"Fuck you."
By, Lucky Green
Chapter 6
Gavin’s POV
Ever since that moment in my room, Nines and I have basically been acting as if it never happened. He had been acting differently though, more...human. Again. There’s been a few times I’ve snapped at him in order to cover up my own confused feelings only to be surprised to hear him snapback. I’ve even pointed my finger at his chest to show my dominance and he casually pushed it away. I have to say, our relationship has been the weirdest it’s ever been. I can’t figure out if I want to scream at him or pull him into a hug. Fucking android, fucking with my emotions. Now we sat at our desk, the clicking of Nine’s keyboard loud in my ears. I can’t help but look up from time to time to peek at his LED. That one time before...it turned pink. Only for a second, but it still changed. For some reason, I’ve been seeing if it would change again if he were around me...I guess you could say I was hoping it would change. But I’ll never admit it.
“Gavin?”
I look up, startled. Nines were gazing down at me, standing beside my chair. There was something about his eyes that both unsettled and comforted me. They were a nice mix of dull gray and icy blue, inviting yet daring. A shiver ran down my spine and I looked away, mumbling something.
“Sorry to snap you out of thought but Captain Fowler called us to his office,” and without another word, he was strutting away.
I groan and get up to follow. The littlest things now became difficult as my mind was doing its own thing. I hated being confused. It made me feel helpless and out of place. I shook my head as an attempt to clear it, kept it down, and walked with my hands in my pockets. I followed the sound of Nine’s footsteps to get to the office while trying to clear my head. So far, it was hopeless.
“Shit!” I hissed, colliding into something and hitting the ground.
I brush my hair out the way to see Connor calmly picking up a bunch of spreaded papers. A yard or two away behind him Hank, who had been walking, now starts jogging over.
“Phck, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I mumble under my breath, quickly gathering the papers. They looked to be cases, both from years back to cases around today. I try not to look at any of the words, I don’t need anymore on my mind than the shit I already have. I stand, helping Conner up and fumbling the papers into a small neat stack.
It’s now that I realize the looks I’m getting. Mostly, if not everyone is staring at me. Each and every head is turned my way, they’re motions frozen in whatever they were doing. Hank had stopped jogging and was standing a few feet away, staring at me in bewilderment. Even Nines had stopped his sonic walking to look back at me, though he didn’t look surprised. Instead, there was a small smile on his stupid plastic face. Anxiety began to creep up on me, carrying my ironic cover up with it.
“What the phck are you all looking at?! Phck off!” I snap.
I shove the papers in Conner’s hands and storm off toward Captain Fowler’s office. I shove past Nines on the way, getting past him but not before receiving an approving nod.
As if I need him to judge me.
Nines POV
Seeing Gavin’s different course of action, I give him an approving nod and a slight smile as he shoves past me. Normally, he would have cursed Conner out wither it was his fault or not that the accident occurred. Lately, I’ve been noticing he hasn’t been himself. I can’t help but think it has to do with what happened a day ago. He seemed more out of it since then, and I have to say I feel the same. That night, my LED had turned an unknown color that I was once sure it couldn’t turn. I’ve also….felt something since then. It was hard to identify and each time I thought about it my system slightly malfunctioned, along with a warning flashing in the corner of my view.
‘System Instability.’
‘Note #1: Go shopping. Note #2: Talk to Gavin. Note #3: S-speak to D-DON’T Cyberlife.’
I blink before clearing my head and finishing my walk to Captain Fowler’s office. Gavin leans against a wall, looking halfway out of it. Captain Fowler was at his desk, hands in front of him with the tips touching. He glares at me as I enter his office and go into my default position in front of him. I keep eye contact, narrowing my eyes slightly until he has to look away. I am the intimidator, not the intimidated.
“Took your ass long enough! What took so long!?”
I open my mouth.
