St. Mary's

8

Eli grabbed his notebook and jotted down everything he knew so far. If he could put the pieces together like a puzzle, maybe he could help. He looked down at the bullet points on his page;

The 'Zombies'

· They have their own cabin.

· Guarded 24/7 - Guards have tasters.

· Si has knowledge of said cabin. Maybe he went there last year?

· Si is obviously afraid- Maybe everyone is? (Tim)

· Who are 'they'? Would they really kill someone?...

· Suspicious bruises

· White clothing- no personal belongings?

He was still confused, he needed more knowledge, evidence. He was going to look for more. He wasn't sure if he could tell Caleb like he had planned, he doesn't want him to do anything rash. Eli wasn't sure why, but he felt like no one else was helping the boys in the zombie cabin. It was almost as if they all turned a blind eye, or worse are all in on it. Even though he was scared, if he didn't help, who would? If he stayed in the shadows, he could figure it out. For now, he was an observer, if he needed someone to take action, he'll call in that favour from the bravest man he knows. Maybe he could try talking to a Zombie? That was his next step, if only he could get one alone...

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Jordan and Rory were in the living room when Si sulked past, but not before winking cheekily at Rory. Rory's face immediately flushed red, he wasn't sure but he thought he liked Si a bit more than just friends. He watched as the skinny boy sundered into the kitchen with an air of confidence Rory had never seen. Rory hated to admit it but he loved arrogance, he blames J.K's Draco Malfoy for that . Although deep down, Si wasn't confident at all, it was all very much an act. Rory didn't know that. Rory turned his gaze to Jordan, with a giddy smile.

"I think I have a crush on Si." He whispered excitedly.

"You haven't even known him a week!" Jordan stated grumpily.

"So, it takes less than four minutes to fall in love." Rory sang, gazing back to Si.

"Don't be ridiculous." Jordan scoffed.

Rory suddenly threw something towards Jordan, he caught it quickly. He glanced down to find his own wallet, he would have been annoyed if it wasn't the fifth time he'd stolen it already.

"How do you get it out of my pocket without me realising?"

"I'm magic, obviously." Rory rolled his eyes playfully.

Jordan watched as Rory glanced back toward Si, something stirred in the pit of his stomach but he didn't know what it was exactly. He shook it off, it's probably because he skipped breakfast. He twisted his ring, trying to rid the unwelcome feelings threatening to spill over.

"You know, I really am sorry Red."

"It's okay Jor, you don't need to keep saying sorry." He replied sweetly.

"Did... Did you just call me Jor?"

"Yes, I like it. Don't you?" Rory replied with a cheeky smile.

Jordan wanted to tell him how much he hated it, but didn't. He couldn't understand why he couldn't. Jordan was arrogant, normally he'd tell whoever tried to give him a nickname to piss off. He was Jordan Ainsworth the heir to the Ainsworth enterprises, the heir to millions, not 'Jor'.