What It's Like Loving an Idiot

One || So Scary!

I flinch at her words. What could she possibly do? Kill me right here, right now? That's literally all she can do.

But would she? Of course not, no, because if she kills me then do you think James is going to help her? Oh, Hell no.

As she picked up her phone, a smirk is spread across her face. Oh, so scary.

She picked up her phone, what is she going to do? Throw it at me?

She dials a number and puts her phone to her ear. The entire time that it rings, she stares at me with this smirk-glare sort of thing.

She's going to try and make me intimidated with a glare? Oh, please. I am the queen of facial expressions, especially that one.

"I bet you wouldn't guess who is standing in my office," she speaks into the phone with a bite in her tone.

Oh, great. She's calling James. Why couldn't she just have sent me home in one of her cars? Oh, wait. I know why. She's the bitch sent deep from hell.

She pauses for a moment. "No, I would say it would be more along the lines of your little girlfriend," she cackles into the phone.

I am not that small. I am average. Everyone knows that.

This girl a real bitch.

"Well, come get her, I don't trust her getting back by herself."

What the hell does this lady have against me? I didn't do a single thing to her and she's acting like I have. If she were smart, then she would use me to her advantage by befriended me, so I could up talk her to James.

But is she smart?

Absolutely fuçking not. She's a fuçking idiot.

I cross my arms as she hangs up the phone. She sets in down on her desk. A second later she looks up at me. "Why don't you take a seat, Vena? It could be awhile."

I sigh and sit down in the chair in front of her desk. It's going to take awhile for James to get down here and my legs are sore as is.

She sits forward and leans on her elbows. "Now, Vena, can you tell me what brought you down here?"

I chuckle dryly, "Curious about what the hell you're dragging James into."

She smiles, looking down. "Well, it's apart of who he is."

I shake my head at her, "No, it's not. I don't know what you are trying to do here, but he was doing just fine until you came into the picture. Why couldn't you just leave him alone?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

She nods, staying quiet for a moment. I suppose she's trying to figure out how to talk with her mouth. "He's my brother."

I laugh out loud at her. "Oh please, I think that you and I both know that that is not what you are doing." It is true. Based off what I saw last night, he's training for something and that something could very well be something to do with Autumn's little games.

"And what would that be then?"

"You know exactly what I am talking about, I'm not going to spell it out for you."

She chuckles and leans back in her chair, a pen in her hand. "You are going to be trouble."

What the hell is that supposed to mean. If she means that I am going to try my hardest to stop James from getting himself in a mess, then yes, I am going to be trouble. For God's sake, I am going to be her worst nightmare.

We sat in silence for awhile. I didn't want to talk to her, why would I waste my precious breath? She just sat on her computer, typing.

On the wall behind her was a huge screen split in multiple squares that show video camera footage. I watch them. My eyes move across from one to another to another. By the looks of them, they seem to be showing all the public spaces in the building. The cafeteria, weapon room, training room, the entrance hallway. rooms like that. What the hell is she doing with this place?