This Is Not The End.

Chapter 22

"Skye-"

"No!" I shouted at him as I stormed away, "No! what the flying fuck were you thinking?"

He flicked his hand at the Infected and it stopped moving, "Look, you needed to learn somehow,"

"You let a fucking Infected in here!" I lowered my voice, "With the children and elderly! You could've killed someone!"

"But I didn't," Beck insisted, rubbing his jaw where I'd hit him – it was a shame I hadn't broken anything, I'd have to work on that. "You saved them,"

"Only because you were a shithead!" I glared at him, getting right in his face so he had to stare at the anger in my eyes. It didn't matter that he was just under a head taller than me, I'd make him lean down. "You don't even care, do you?"

He scoffed, "Of course I care,"

I pushed away from him, "I swear to God, you-" I stopped, shaking my head, "You're not even worth it. Come find me later, when you learn how to be a decent fucking human being,"

"You're shitting me, right?" he raised his eyebrows, "You're seriously pissed because you did something good?"

"No, you dick!" I shouted, "I'm pissed because you think you're untouchable, and you could've killed a hell of a lot of people without even thinking about it,"

"Skye-"

I could tell from his voice that he wasn't even apologetic, so I gave him a gesture my mother had banned back in England and walked away, cursing under my breath even as I reached the metallic building of the meeting room.

Every inch of my being screamed at me to hit something else, but I wouldn't. There was nothing left for me to hit. My knuckles were split and stung from where I'd punched Beck, but that only made me angrier – the fact that I'd even had to punch him in the first place. He had come along and promised me the world, and he'd turned out to be a massive dickhead. It wasn't fair.

None of this was fair.

Kai clocked me before I even realised I was storming towards him, eyes darting around as I tried to form a coherent thought, but it was just red. God, I hated red.

"The hell happened to you?" he met me halfway, leaving Jack playing a very half-hearted game of tag with Sam and Cara.

"I don't want to talk about it," I snapped.

"Ookay," he frowned at me and walked with me as I passed the others, "Where we going?"

"Just let me calm down, alright?"

"Yeah, fine, but I'm gonna do it with you," he shrugged, "D'you not remember the pact?"

I definitely did not remember the pact, and my expression showed him that.

"God, Skye, if you weren't slightly terrifying right now I'd be mad," he joked. I was not in the mood for jokes. I began to run out of places to storm off to, as the far wall by the armoury began to come into view. Just behind the armoury, some trees had cast a shadow over the ground, and I subconsciously made a b-line for them, yearning for the shade. Kai raised his eyebrows at me as I threw myself down against the now wooden wall, leaning against pointed stakes which towered over us. They must've run out of bricks.

Kai let me simmer for a little bit like he did every time we had a shock treatment together. He didn't touch me – I didn't like to be touched when I was like this – only sat braiding three strands of grass together. When he was done, he held up the messy, green plait and waited for my gentle nod of approval. He grinned as I gave it.