How To Be Human

How To Plan A Plan That May Not Work

Chapter 9: How To Plan a Plan That May Not Work

        “Let’s hear this insane plan of yours,” Warren said, waving to me as if it were my cue. He flopped back onto the bed, his muscled body sinking right into it. He was wearing sweatpants now, but no shirt. His tattoos were swirling around on his arms, up to his shoulder blades. He decided to leave that off to either mock me or torture me. Probably a little of both.

        We found a little shopping area that was still opened. We only bought (or should I say, I only bought) what we needed for the night. His sweatpants and my shorts and tank top. I curled my legs up to my stomach when I sat down on the desk chair. “I don’t even think it’s going to work, now that I think about it.”

        “It won’t hurt to hear it, baby doll,” He purred, scratching at his manly stubble on his cheeks. “Damn, I need to shave.”

        I sighed. “Are you willingly going to pay attention to me, or will I lose the little attention span you have halfway through my plan?”

        He smirked, sitting up and fixing his eyes on me. “You can have all the attention you want from me, hot stuff.”

        “I don’t want it, I need it,” I corrected.

        The smirk grew wider. “Even better.”

        I was forced to ignore him and start the first part of my plan. “I think I know a way to get back into the lab without getting caught,” I said. “But…there’s a slight problem…”

        “And what is this slight problem?” Warren drawled out, looking up at the ceiling fan, watching it go round and round.

        “Well, the only way in is through this guy that still works there. We use to be close…” I swallowed. “But, we don’t really talk anymore.”

        “Why not? Big argument over a chemical equation?”

        “No,” I fumed, “something else. We kinda…sorta…you know…”

        His eyes locked on mine, and I could tell he was having trouble figuring it out. When he finally did, his eyes sparked through realization, his eyebrows went up slightly, and his mouth parted a little bit. “You did the nasty with him?” He whispered.

        “No!” I groaned. “We dated for a while, that’s all!”

        “Wait,” Warren said. “You guys dated and you didn’t have sex? What the hell is that shit?”

        I slapped my hand to my forehead. “It’s not your business if we did or did not have sex.”

        “But it sounds like a really good topic to talk about - ”

        “War, focus,” I snapped at him. “We broke up -”