Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 12

Me. I'm the crazy person who's not in their right mind to agree to this.

"And in return I'll keep your secret safe"

This is stupid. I don't even know if he's referring to my double life as a rebel- ex rebel, or not. Granted, I wouldn't even be that surprised if he already figured it out given all the things he has seen me do.

If I were to put my brain into thinking it over, I would say that it's a pretty decent offer though.

Given the circumstance.

"It's fucking bullshit" Of course a certain someone thinks otherwise.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him as I knead the clay. Thanks to another round of stressful thinking, I've managed to finish all pending orders with a day to spare. The ache in my back serves as a constant reminder that I'm at the point of ignoring my health, choosing to cower and rot in work than to face my problems.

"It's a decent offer, Cal and may I remind you that it was actually you're fault for falling into a stupid trap"

"I told you they felt innocent and clean" I scrunch my nose up at his word choice.

Who the fuck uses the adjective clean to describe a personality.

"And I did that so you'll have ample time to flee" But it didn't give me time to fucking flee, was what I wanted to say but end up swallowing down.

He meant well, back there, I knew he meant well.

Right after that guy- Elijah, my brain supplies since we're basically on name basis now, left, Cal basically almost broke down my door, demanding a report about what happened.

I'm not a noob in this friendship so I already know that that's his way of checking up on me.

But he seriously needs to change it.

"Can we just not talk about this? Please?" I said, hoping he'll drop it.

Demanding he'll drop it.

"How did you even get out even?" I asked in hopes of changing the subject but at the same time curious as well because he got shot in the leg.

"I'm resilient as fuck, we've been through this before" Right. Resilient.

"I'm the leader of the resistance Zari, I know which way to move my leg to take a shot to make it seem like it's lethal" 

Of course.

"I purposely got shot and acted dead or injured- whatever, hoping you got a clear message which was for you to run. I then proceeded to get rid of the other two men you shot after you took off then left, figuring that you were long gone already"

"Apparently you read the message wrong"

"You're shit at giving inaudible messages"

He glares at me and I resist the urge to throw this clay at his face.

It's in times like these where he normally slaps me in the face with his big, fat, and juicy brain.

I hate it.

"The offer. Call it off, reject it or whatever I don't care" I sighed, pausing to slump against the wall. If my hands weren't dirty with clay right now I would probably be running it all over my face.

"No" I toed at the pieces of newspaper underneath the table.

"At least, not until I know what secret he meant" He gives me a look.