I push my tray across the table, not able to stand the smell or look of the spaghetti.
Those people… How were they even discovered? We’ve always been undetectable, even before Luke and I were born, they knew how to acquire a host and insert an undetectable implant. There is nothing about us that is different from any other human. Well, Luke and I are different. Very different. But anyone else just doesn’t make sense.
The America must have someone working on the inside, or there’s a Vojin traitor. And that means no one can be trusted.
I know it seems ridiculous to tell Luke to reach out to the Vojin while we’re at Separation when anyone could be watching us, but we have to find some way to contact the Vojin to find out what’s going on and why. Why would they put a threat out and change the humans?
I get up from the table, leaving my tray. Even though we have already had an eventful day, we are not allowed to miss evening training.
Chapter Fifteen
Today, we are supposed to close with obstacles and target practice, so I give my group the choice. “So which one?” I stand before them, not in the mood for either activity. After what I’ve seen today, there’s too much on my mind I need to figure out and not much more I can take.
“Let’s do target practice first,” one of the evil girls speaks up for the group. I nod and lead them on the walk to the range.
It’s in an open field too. The targets move around the field, and we run through, shooting them. If there are any targets standing when the run is completed, we lose. They know the rules. I stand back and watch.
“So, you’re avoiding me?” Cory comes up beside me and nudges my arm.
“I’m not uncomfortable around you,” I say kindly.
“So, where were you last night?”
“I was talking with my brother and headed to bed early.”
His face falls. “When I saw you, you were talking with Marc.”
“While I was waiting for Luke to come out of his room, I ran into Marc in the hall.” The mention of Marc makes my stomach jitter. I step away from Cory. “He was passing by, going to his room.”
“Then we can talk now?” The buzzer goes off saving me from his conversation. My group cheers. Leaving Cory standing alone, I run to join them.
They made record time, moving our group to the top of the charts. “Great job, team.” We high five and fist bump. “That’s an amazing score.”
“Yes,” Gabriel cheers. His curls bounce as he jumps up and down. “Less than five minutes.”
“If you can do the same for the obstacle course, it will be amazing, and we’re sure to land top of the list for the week.”
The course isn’t far from the range. They line up to start, preparing to run against Fein’s group. “Finish first,” I yell, “and you’re done for the day.” I’m done for the day too. And I need to find Luke.
The gun fires, and they’re off.
“Good job with your group, Ky. They have really improved,” Fein compliments, standing aside to watch her group.
“Thanks. You’ve always had a handle on yours.”
Marc and Luke come up with their units not far behind them. I avoid looking at Marc, and it’s hard to do with him standing on the other side of Luke. “You left,” I say to Luke.
He shoots me a scornful glare that reads I shouldn’t have mentioned this. “I had to check on something.”
“How’d it go?”
“It didn’t. Would you care to talk about this later?” He faces his group. “One hundred,” he commands. They do jumping jacks. Luke’s new position makes it all too easy for me to see Marc.
I can’t help it. My eyes force me to notice him. Though fully clothed, in my mind, I see him shirtless with low-slung jeans. My body warms at the thought, and my secret images of me in his room play back in my mind. I shake my head, trying to return to reality.
“Hi, Ky,” he says. Again, watching me stare. Ugh! He’s always catching me.
“Hi…” I want to say more, but cheers erupt from the course. My group, again, jumping and celebrating with hoots and cheers. I run to join their celebration.
High-fiving each of them, I cheer, “Way to go! Now, feel free to enjoy your evening. Everyone did well today.”
They disperse, but the evil twins fall back. “I’m Jesail, she’s Amber,” Jesail says, pointing to Amber with her elbow. It’s hard to tell them apart with their dark hair and burning, orange eyes.
I nod. “Hello Jesail, Amber.”
“Sorry about before,” she says with a nod and then they run off.
“Well, I’ll count that as a triple win.” About time these girls came to their senses.
Cory cuts me off on my walk to my home. “Your group did well today,” he says.
“They did. I’m proud of them.”
“You should be. They have shown great improvement.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, holding his ground as he shows no indication he’ll soon move from my path. “We are supposed to start rigorous training soon. You know, the near-death stuff.”
“Oh? How much longer do we have until the others come in?”
“A month.” He finally steps aside and we walk away from the range.
“Well, we’ll be ready.”
“It’s time we step it up a notch.” He cuffs his hand around mine and slowly grazes the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb. My gaze drops to our hands and follows his arm up to his eyes. A wink is accompanied by a smile. “I’m going to lose this time with you, Ky. Ever since we were kids, I’ve wanted a minute, but there were either tasks, or your damn brother was around.”
“Our purpose is simple. We do not have time, Cory.”
He slows our pace. “We make time.”
“What’d you want to talk about? I don’t really have the time right now.”
“You didn’t care when you were avoiding me. Why do you care now?”
“Be nice, Cory.”
“I’m trying to be nice, but lately, you haven’t been.”
We arrive at the living compound. Four rows and two columns of homes make up the housing section that’s placed half a mile from the recreation area and three miles from the entry to the base. Each home is two floors, eighteen-hundred square feet, holding six bedrooms for three sets of twins, two large bathrooms that have been converted into stalls like those in a gym, a living area, a small kitchen, and a den.
Cory and I stroll between the houses and stop behind the third one from the end, where neither the post lights nor the moonlight can reach.
I lean my back against the wall of the house marked “F” and grab the shoulder straps of my vest as I look into Cory’s eyes. He says, “I thought we’d finally got our moment, Ky. But then you started disappearing and avoiding me like we’re associates or something.”
I kind of like Cory. When he watches me with those soft green eyes and gently trembling bottom lip, it makes me susceptible to his wants. Then he erases our personal space and anchors his hands on my waist in a way no one has before, and while a part of me thinks it’s nice, the other part finds it excessive. There’re two sides to Cory.
“Are you avoiding me, Kylie?” he asks, moving closer.
I shake my head, unable to tear my gaze from his. “No.”
“So, what’s up?” He backs away, brows knit and shoulders slumped.
What’s up? “We aren’t here for this. For self-pleasure,” I say in a grave tone. “We are here to train first and fight later. We’re here to protect our country and the remaining people, and maybe, if we’re lucky, give us all a fresh start one day. If they found out we were participating in these actions, they would dispose of us.”
“They will not dispose of us, Ky. We are too valuable to them. You think they will imprison us because we kiss,” he closes the distance between us, slipping his arm around my lower back, “because I hold you like this?” His free hand braces his weight against the wall.
“Maybe. And you’re too far in my personal
space.” I push my arm against his chest, nudging him back a bit.
“Well, they won’t,” he whispers, leaning into me. “Trust me.” He stops short of meeting my lips.
I won’t seal this embrace.
His gaze flicks downward, and my lips burn. He closes the distance, pressing his mouth to mine. His lips are tender, full. They’re warm and magnetic. His tongue grazes my bottom lip. It’s soft and moist, and it causes a flutter in my abdomen.
I place my hands against the wall at my back and firmly press my shaking palms to the cold brick. My head leans back with the force of his kiss, and his body tries to move against mine, but the bulk of our suits and protective vests holds him back, thankfully.
I’m not sure of my comfort level in this action, or the exact feeling I’m experiencing. It’s not excitement. There are some nerves, but I’m more nervous we’ll be caught than I am from arousal. Arouse: evoke or awaken emotion, feelings, or a response. This may be uncertain nervousness because this action is new. He’s the first boy I’ve ever kissed and crossed this line with.
Cory leisurely slides his hand down my arm to my hand, slipping his fingers between mine.
Orderly footsteps come around the corner before we have a chance to wrench away from each other. I’m shoving Cory away from me as I’m wiping the back of my hand over my mouth. As if that would wipe away the action of the past minute.
Luke and Marc stand there, observing us, both wearing glares of disapproval and resentment. I can already hear Luke’s scolding words, and I throw my hands over my face, awaiting them. But to my surprise, he says, “Ky, let’s go run the course.”
Embarrassed, I scrape my hands down my face, avoiding everyone’s eyes around me as I follow Luke to the obstacle course.
Wind is whistling by my ears as I pick up speed to catch up with Luke. Jumping over low and high logs, the air whips in my face. The sun is gone, and the course lights will soon fade out. We have to finish before that because the field in this obstacle is pitch black at nightfall.
I almost catch up with Luke. In another two feet, I’ll be right on his heels.
Luke never looks behind him as he runs. He is only, always, focused on his goal. I push harder, making it to his side. Everything is only a shadow. There’s another layout of logs we must jump over or duck under next. Jumping over the log, my legs lunge out, and I smoothly glide through the air, clearing it.
Ducking under, my knees bend, stretching in my two-step squat. With my hands and feet, I push myself up to leap over another obstacle. Luke’s no longer at my side. I hit the finish line, Luke hot on my heels.
“Yes,” I cheer, pumping my fist in the air. It’s not often that I beat Luke, and boy, when I do, it’s like I’ve won a race or got a promotion.
Luke approaches me, wearing a smile so large it reveals his teeth. He extends his hand to shake mine. “Good job, Ky.” I high five him and grab it. “Thanks, big brother.” I grab him into a hug. “I beat you.”
“I know, soak in your glory.” He pushes me back, and we catch our breaths.
I jump up and down, overly excited, singing, “I beat you. I beat you.”
Palms up, he throws his arms up and down in a way someone would encourage another to pump up the tunes. “Sing it, Ky, enjoy your moment.” He only gives up on being a sore loser for me.
“Thanks.” I wrap my arm around his middle. “Come on.”
“You may have won, but you are not in the clear.” He wraps his arm around my neck and shakes me twice. “Thought you weren’t going that far,” he says, easing his tone so as not to sound accusing.
He slows our pace, seeing the others waiting for us, and I respect him caring enough to have this conversation stay between us.
“It wasn’t supposed to go that far. That was an accident. I think I got caught up in the moment.”
“The moment?”
“Yeah, curiosity and a little interest. I didn’t want to kiss Cory again, but he has a way of looking at me, touching me. He says the right stuff.”
“Do not fall for that stuff, Ky. Don’t let him take advantage of you. He knows how to get you to do things, because you’re gullible.”
I shove Luke’s shoulder. “I am not gullible. And, what, don’t let him treat me the same way you do those girls, right?” I accuse.
Nodding, he states, “As a matter of fact, yes.”
“I wouldn’t do with him what you do with them.”
“That’s all I’m saying. Don’t let him convince you into doing something you don’t want to do. Draw your lines and stay in control.” He lightly punches my arm. “Don’t get your wannabe boyfriend killed.”
I laugh. “I do not want him to be my boyfriend,” I say low as we close in on the group. The girls clap for me at my approach. I pump my fist. “Woo hoo!”
“Go, Ky,” Fein and Collins cheer. We jog off from the boys, heading in.
Chapter Sixteen
After a shower, the girls and I head for dinner in the mess hall. Collins mentions, “Luke is top tier, Ky. Beating him means you’ll level up, I know that has to feel amazing.”
Collins and I are in competition for top female leader in our division, so beating Luke also means I beat her. I’m unsure if her statement is sarcasm or if she means it. “It does feel amazing, Collins.” Pushing open the mess hall’s doors, I add, “And now we eat.”
Today’s dinner looks delicious: grilled chicken, broccoli, and cornbread. I missed lunch, and I’m starving. We grab our trays and pile them with food then find Luke and the others. Luke and I still need to discuss what we discovered today. Likely, he’s already reached out to the Vojin, and I’m eager to know what he may have been told.
Luke’s sitting at a table with Sean, Marc, and Floyd. A girl’s whispering in his ear, and another is doing the same to Marc.
We sit at their table, and before my butt finds the seat, my gaze is glued to Marc. I don’t even know why I sat over here, knowing my eyes would betray me by staring. Whatever the girl whispers has him fighting back a smirk. He’s looking down, at his plate maybe, and he’s not even noticed I’ve sat down.
It’s stupid of me to want him to notice me.
I pull my gaze away from him to Luke, who also has not noticed we’ve joined them. “Luke,” I blurt, slamming my hand on the table. I draw attention from everyone, including the whispering girls.
“Yes, Ky?” he drones, annoyed.
I shoot him a scolding glare, and cover it up with, “Eat your food.”
The girl kisses his cheek and walks away. My head tilts as I scowl at him with narrowed eyes, and the corners of my mouth hitched.
He rolls his eyes and looks away from me with an aggressive sigh.
I try to tame my eyes as they dare me to look at Marc and the girl who’s yet to let up. I force my gaze to my plate, and my periphery plays in the challenge, forcing me to notice him looking my way while she’s still whispering in his ear.
I fight to control my eyes, to force them to pay attention to my meal. They’re not playing on Kylie’s team right now. Why must they care about what he’s doing?
Someone slides into the seat beside me. I intend to dart my gaze to the left, but against my will, it lifts and meets Marc’s eyes across the table.
He takes a second before he looks away. I knit my brows, hoping to have read something in his gaze, but it was empty. I avert my eyes to the newcomer who’s sat beside me.
Cory. Of course. He brushes my arm as he scoots closer. “We should finish our talk.”
“No, you’ve talked enough,” Luke follows. “You’re actually sitting too close.”
Discomfort rolls in my stomach as Cory, Luke, and I look back and forth at each other. “I’ll talk to you later,” I tell Cory, feeling tension settle around the three of us.
Cory shifts closer to whisper in my ear, “Too far, I know. It was not intentional to be caught by your bodyguards. But you—”
“Kylie,” Luke scolds, uttering my name like I did his.<
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I whip around. “Eat your food.”
I glare at him through my lashes.
Cory grazes the back of my neck, and again, he nears me to whisper, “We’ll finish later.” His lips, ever so lightly, graze my ear before he gets up and walks off.
Shocked he did that in front of everyone, I stare in awe.
A fork pokes my hand. “Ky, close your mouth and eat your food,” Luke says. “And no,” he shakes his head, “you are not talking later.”
I shake the astonished look from my face. “That was weird,” I mutter to myself.
The girl who was talking to Marc pulls him from the table, and they head out of the mess hall. My stomach feels like it’s floating up through my body and trying to charge up my throat. Moreover, my entire body burns. It’s getting worse by the second.
I’m suffering from feelings overload, a ton of them crashing down on me. I try to pinpoint them all and am having issues identifying a few, but there’s one, envy, and I don’t like it. Envy: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck. This feeling makes me question myself.
I lose my appetite, as well as the joy I was basking in for beating Luke. I leave my tray at the table and head to the door on the other side of the mess hall, in the opposite direction of Marc and his friend.
Disappointment sits heavily on my chest, and my breaths shorten. It irritates me to feel this way, considering I’m not supposed to. I’m not supposed to be disappointed because the opposite sex lacks interest or doesn’t care about me. Nor am I supposed to have all these feelings. Why would they let us possess these human feelings if we are not supposed to experience them? I breathe, trying to even out my breaths, trying to remove the discomfort from my chest.
“Please do not go talk to Cory. I was serious.” Luke runs up behind me, pushing open the door of the mess hall for me.
“I’m not going to talk to Cory,” I say sulkily. “Leave me alone, please.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned.
“I don’t feel well.” I truly don’t, the feeling of my stomach missing makes me feel a little nauseated.
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