"I guess I'll wait out here..." I hear James mumble from outside.
I put on the outfit I picked out. Dark skinny jeans and a loose guns n roses t shirt, also my favorite pair of Vans off the wall. It makes me feel at home.
I grab my guitar and sit against the wall and begin to pick on it. It feels like it's been years but my fingers still know it's beauty and play like I quit only 10 minutes ago.
"You're stalling." James says.
"I thought you'd leave eventually." I say over the music.
"Can I come in?" he asks quietly.
"Do you think I could stop you?"
I say with bitterness infecting my words.
With that he opened the door and looked down at me.
"I heard you started smoking after we..." he says his voice trailing off.
"After you broke up with me." I say bluntly.
"Yeah.. Well I saw these and thought.." he hands me a pack of cigarettes.
I take it and pull one out.
"Trying to quit." I say as I light it with the lighter I always keep with me. Incase of an emergency and all..
"Figured as much." he says looking down still.
He pauses a few seconds then decides to sit in front of me.
"Zombies..huh?" he says looking at the smoke coming off the cigarette.
"Guess so.." I say flicking ashes off my guitar.
"You still play?" he says motioning to the guitar.
"No, I like to pretend though." I say rolling my eyes.
"You don't have to do that." he says shaking his head.
"Do what, James?" I ask innocently.
"Act like I broke your heart. You didn't love me," he says "it was always me that cared too much."
"Get over yourself James. What happened to Becca anyway?" I say mocking him.
"She left. She's probably dead now." he says looking down.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I say honestly.
"No you're not."
"For your information I happen to like Becca."
"ha." he says with no emotion.
"What do you want James?" I say searching for the answer in his eyes. "No bullshit. Be straight with me, for once."
"I.... I just wanted to talk to you." he says.
"What the fuck ever James. You never just want to talk, you always have an alternate motive. You did break my heart." I say and get up.
"Thanks for the smokes." I say then leave taking them with me.
"And then, wham! James was on the ground- hi Brooke.." Jarred stopped mid sentence.
"Hi Jare.. Jarred." I say shaking my head.
"Why do you look so pissy?" he says noticing my attitude.
"It's the effect of the famous James Keller."
With that everyone shut up.
"So.. Collin kill many zombies?"
...
We were all gathered in the kitchens sitting room.
"If we leave it should be during the day." Jarred says.
YOU ARE READING
The Infected
Teen FictionBrooke Collins has lost her family in a car crash. Now she must live with her best friend Collin Evans. It's not long until she learns what really happened to her family and the rest of the world. "The Infected" are growing in numbers and it won't b...
