At his last words, people slowly began to trickle out the doorway, probably to go and find their own sleeping bags and outfits. I sat back down on the couch. I didn't want to be around anyone. Callie was still sitting across from me, her eyes focused on the Snow Society members who were passing by.
"You know, you could seriously use a drink." Jadyn unexpectedly plopped down on the couch next to me, the cushion beneath me bouncing upwards from her landing. She flipped open the top of a soda can and quickly downed some of it. She was acting so much more casual than I'd expect from someone who'd just killed a full-grown man. "No need to look so sad all the time."
"We're talking non-alcoholic right? Because alcohol is an extremely bad idea here, just sayin'," Callie butted in from where she was sitting across from us.
"I'm surprised to hear that coming from you," Jadyn responded with a grin.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Callie replied, her face going beet red. She didn't seem angry, just embarrassed.
"My brother tells me things. You two are close, soooo..."
"Okay, I finally found it." Trevor appeared at the doorway carrying something in his hands. I hadn't noticed him leave. I took a closer look at the object in his hands before realizing it was just a sheet of paper with black ink written onto it.
"What?" Callie asked. She stood up from the couch and walked over to Trevor, looking over his shoulder at the sheet of paper. As she read through whatever was on it, her eyebrows slowly raised.
"We're playing this," Trevor stated with conviction.
"Um, bad idea," Callie responded with concern.
"Whatever Callie says is a bad idea must be a great idea." Jadyn stood up and walked over to the two of them and snatched the paper from Trevor's hands. She smirked at the very last sentence then looked over at me. "You up for a game?" she asked, a challenge in her voice.
"Wait...but shouldn't we be worried about tomorrow-" I was cut off immediately by Jadyn.
"Tomorrow is tomorrow. We can worry about that later. Come on, you should play," she said and again jumped down on the couch next to me, placing the small piece of paper on the table.
"I think I agree with Jadyn. This'll be fun," Callie commented, sitting across from both of us. I was a bit nervous. If this was one of those "get to know each other" games, I wasn't sure I was up for it.
"We all need it," Trevor added in, sitting down next to Callie. He looked up and smiled at me. "I'm Trevor, by the way."
"We know." Callie playfully punched Trevor in the shoulder.
"Technically, she probably figured it out by hearing me say your name."
"Whatever, let's just play. You guys are up for this, right?" Trevor looked at me mainly.
"I don't know...," I muttered, not wanting to get so deeply involved in something. I felt like I had to stay focused on the truth that I was still fighting for my life at this very second. It seemed like a miracle that any bit of happiness could be found in such a world.
"What's the point in surviving when life is really for living?" Jadyn said quietly. She wasn't wrong.
I had nothing to lose. "Okay. I'll play."
"Good. Let's start. Okay, Callie you go first." Jadyn leaned forward with her elbows resting against her knees, in anticipation for whatever Callie was about to say. I had no clue what was going on.
Callie seemed to think for a moment before saying, "Alexander Hamilton." Nothing else, but that name. It seemed so random. She turned to look at Trevor who was once more immersed in his comic books, and didn't even look up when he replied.
"Joe Biden." Jadyn crossed her arms like she had just won.
"Wait...can I ask what's going on?" I interrupted, confused out of my mind.
Jadyn smiled at me. "It's easy. Just name a celebrity with a first name starting with the same letter as the last name before it."
"You got all that from that sheet of paper?"
"Nah, this game was just written in the corner of it, but it's more fun than what's originally listed. We also play it a lot in our free time."
"All right...Beyonce Knowles," I said, hoping I was obeying the rules.
No one objected.
"King Kong," Trevor said proudly, and Jadyn glared at him.
Callie sighed. "Okay, let's kill it there before Trevor starts talking about Peter Parker."
"Wow. That was probably the worst game of this I've ever played," Jadyn said un-enthusiastically. She shifted so that her legs were beneath her instead and rested her head against the palms of her hands. "Okay. Restart. I'll go first. Orange."
"Okay, that's completely impossible," Callie commented, not even adding a name. "Orange isn't even a name. How do you even go on from that?"
"Orange you glad it's better than King Kong?" Jadyn replied with raised eyebrows.
"Good point. But bad point since it's incorrect. Invalid. Or whatever," Trevor mentioned, his head shoved again into his comic book.
"As if. I think it's totally valid. The only thing worse than your answer or your comic books could be the situation."
I raised my eyebrows. That got me interested.
Jadyn, noticing my look, decided to expand. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's just a little situation involving January and Mace. Nobody likes to talk about it too loudly."
"What? Are they like a thing?" I asked. The question had been nagging at me for a while. It looked like they could have been. I hadn't asked because it would've been awkward if they weren't.
"Depends what you mean by thing?"
"In a relationship?"
Finally, Jadyn responded. "No. Not yet at least." She had a smirk on her face. It looked like she was done, but then she started up again, first glancing towards the door and then lowering her voice like someone else might hear her. "But...January has tried to...get with him before...let's just say it didn't go the way a lot of people were hoping it would." She didn't elaborate further, leaving me wondering about the specific instance. I wasn't sure how I felt. I felt bad for January, yet I wanted to know more.
But then again, none of this mattered that much. Tomorrow we'd be going to New York. Worrying about relationships was petty and unimportant. So much could happen in the next day.
"Personally, I think they would make a cute couple," Callie said and smiled. She looked like she really meant it, too.
I agreed with her. In a way, they would make a perfect couple. My mouth opened to answer Callie, but just as the first fragment of sound escaped my lips, a loud barrage of noise exploded from the door.
We all turned in unison in the direction of the figure standing there, chest heaving and eyes wide.
"Mace is about to die."
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