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Chapter one: Sam i am
Ok, cool. So here i am at one of my favorite coffee places waiting for my usual - a mocha frappe with extra whipped cream. Sometimes i also get a gingersnap cookie or a revel bar, they're simply divine. This is isn't one of those times though. That's how Carl, the coffee guy, knows to leave me alone with my business. Maybe he calls me 'whipped cream girl' or 'moody cookie girl'. Or maybe just crazy weird girl. We're friends but we've hardly spoken to each other aside from the usual pleasantries. He knows my name from hearing it a thousand times from my boisterous friends when we meet up here. And i know he lights a cigarette on his breaks but never actually smokes them. Maybe i'm not the only weird or moody one.
Then again...
I'm supposed to be running away from the only real home i've known but i'm sitting right here about to sip iced coffee and languidly lick whipped cream off my finger. Yeah. that's me. i only have a messenger bag stuffed with a change of clothes, some chocolate bars and mixed nuts, my usual contents that i never leave home without, and a few weapons and gadgets. Ones that i'm not sure will be of much use to me. Oh, but i haven't gotten to the worst part yet.
I left without a word to my first and only real friends and the same nothing to... my sister. My sister, who i've never left alone before, in fact, i've taken care of only her all our lives. Now, i've never felt so empty and alone. And lost. i can't bring myself to regret leaving her behind though. She'll be much safer there. I hope.
"Hey, you ok?" I was startled not by the sudden interruption, but by the close proximity of warm, green eyes under a crown of blond curls and full, pink lips twisted in a smirk. "Uhh, hey Carl. I'm fine, thanks."
"You sure?" he pressed, barely able to stop from smiling wide. What do you care all of a sudden? Is he trying to flirt?
"Of course. Why?" i asked. "Well," he was eyeing my coffee so i followed his gaze. Ho-ly. Freak-ing.
"You've had your fingers dipped in that drink for a few seconds too long." he chuckled. Even though i've just taken my fingers out of the ice, it suddenly felt too hot in here.
"Right thanks. Just... Uhm. You know. Just..." i stuttered as i wiped my fingers furiously and tried to fan away the blush on my face. yeah, That's just typical of me. Would he even understand what i meant when i said i like the feel of water and cold ice? That it helps me calm down and think? Maybe. A lot of people feel calm around water. But they're not like me. They don't get my connection to ice and stuff.
"No need to explain further." he smiled again. "If you do ever have something you want to talk about, you're always welcome right here." Yeah. Like you can handle my baggage. But that was sweet.
"Gee, thanks." Aw, hell. The blush came running back. i don't handle heat as well as my sister and everyone else does. That's just how i am. It's suffocating.
"Anytime." he said and went back to work. But a minute later he put a plate of gingersnaps on my table. "On me. To help you feel better." Now i was startled and couldn't say anything. i had to much on my mind. i reluctantly took one and nibbled on it. Then i almost cried.
My sister and i used to sneak cookies and treats to each other's rooms back at the Agency. Sometimes our friends, Nicholas and Michael, would just sneak us all into the kitchen. With what we're all capable of, it was barely sneaking. i just thought back to those days. i could control my own tears though, this is me we're talking about, so it was just a little moistening in my eyes. Through it, i could see Carl peeking at me. i turned my head to the windows and grabbed for another cookie.
i caught someone else's fingers instead. i smacked them away without looking and grabbed a cookie. "Carl, if you're going to steal the cookies you gave me, wouldn't that contradict the sentiment?"
"That's not very hospitable towards a friend." And that was not Carl. i dropped the cookie and glared at my cookie stealer.
"Ivan! Wha-What are you-why did you-" i hissed and took a deep, shaky breath. "How did you find me here?"
The half-Russian boy with black curls and stormy-gray eyes showed off dimples as he smiled. "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't difficult either."
"What is that supposed to mean?" i demanded. "i wasn't sure you really... left." he said with a raised eyebrow. "and i certainly didn't dream of finding you here." now he had both brows raised. "so are you really leaving?" and now his eyebrows furrowed. sorry. i had to concentrate on his face rather than on the headache i was having from all the emotions whirling inside me.
i caught Carl studying me again and pushed down the emotions that might slip onto my face. Panic. Uncertainty. Trepidation. Rage. Doubt. Longing. But suddenly and strongly, determination. Carl must really think i'm weird. Are you on Carl's side, too?
"Yeah. i have to." i breathed. "Why?" he hissed. "and why won't you tell anyone your plan and your reasons?" Because they'll try to stop me and send someone else or lock me up and scrub the mission altogether.
"Because." was the only thing i could say. "Well i don't know if that's a good reason for me not to... delay you." he threatened. is he serious? Is he really stupid enough to threaten me? i vaguely find that amusing. but i kept a straight face when i asked him "And who else might help you... delay me?"
"Luckily, no one knows i ran into you. yet." he challenged. "So i'm sorry to have to do this, my friend, but i think i must escort you back to the Agency now." he said, slipping his hand under mine.
"And i'm sorry too." i told him as i felt my hand turn very cold. "but i think i must escort myself to wherever i'm going now." i mimicked as i stood and left the shop. Looking back only once, i saw Carl shooting perplexed looks at me and the guy simply sitting frozen at the table.
Yeah. That's me, Samantha Dramer. I'm sixteen years old, a Virgo and a Superhuman. So, are you on Carl's side NOW?
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