Clentine:
That night, when we returned to our room, Ian had already fallen asleep, so there was no reason for us to talk about anything. Besides, we were exhausted from the journey and everything we’d done, so we all went to bed.
We were woken up as early as seven in the morning for breakfast. Our als were packed into lunch boxes, and we were sent off to the woods. It felt like every ti they got caught with so information, they ca up with crazy tasks to divert attention, but this ti, we were stubborn.
Once we reached the woods, we noticed today’s task written on a piece of paper hanging from one of the tree branches. Haiden grabbed the paper and started reading it.
"Okay, we have to find fruits," he muttered, looking confused. He checked to see if it was a prank, then sighed. "Seriously, they just want to keep us away from the academy," he grumbled under his breath, eyeing the lurker standing in the distance.
"Anyway, grab baskets. Everyone has a little slip inside that tells you which fruit you’re supposed to pick," he explained.
Honestly, it felt useless. We hadn’t even eaten yet. We were just carrying our lunch boxes with us. When I picked up my basket, I saw that my fruit was strawberries. I hadn’t co across a strawberry tree in ages, so I had no clue where to go.
The others had apples, bananas, and mixed ones. The apple ones were lucky, they’d find theirs quickly. But we didn’t know how many to collect because there were big buckets lined up for us to fill.
"Hey, I have apples too," Troy told Haiden, giving him a high five.
We started to spread out when Yorick turned to and motioned for to go after Ian.
"His is strawberries too. You two have a reason to stick together, and let him know about the conversation you heard," he said.
He probably suggested that because they knew Ian wouldn’t talk nicely with them. They had no idea how to approach him, and they wanted to explain what I’d found out in my own words.
I had a few more things to tell them too, especially about why the heck did the ringleaders talk about saving Ian and Yorick?
I started walking behind Ian awkwardly and reluctantly. After a few minutes of silence, I noticed he began to slow down. He eventually stopped and turned around to face , staring straight into my eyes.
"Mine’s strawberries too."
I tried to divert the topic and break his intense gaze by showing him the small slip of paper that said I had to pick strawberries as well. But he didn’t budge or start walking again, even when I passed him. Eventually, I slowed down, stopped, and turned back to face him.
"What? If you don’t want to co with you, I’ll just leave," I mumbled, walking back in the opposite direction from where I’d started.
But this ti, he reached out and stopped with the bucket in his hand.
"So you’ve decided to give them all a chance?" That was the first thing he said, and I gulped.
"So?" I questioned, trying to sound nonchalant and find a reason why not.
"All three of them? So what is it? They’re sharing you?" he asked, his fist clenching around his basket nonstop.
"No. I was in heat last night. But yes, I’m open to letting them win my heart," I replied.
The way he stepped back, scoffed, and laughed made feel so small, but I didn’t react. I wanted to know what was bothering him. Why it was bothering him.
"Right. Was it because—" he paused, looking above my head, toward the trees, anywhere but at .
"Because of you?" I asked, and he finally lowered his gaze. He always had such a deadpan look, beautiful and scary at the sa ti.
"You weren’t ready to give a chance," he said quietly. I smiled a little and nodded.
"And I told you, you ruined the only thing that ant sothing to ," I reminded him.
I could’ve told him that I’d seen him sleep with his ex, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to look weak or let him think that my decision to sleep with my mates ca from emotion–that I’d done it because he got back with his ex. That would’ve been unfair to the others, making it seem like I only gave them a chance after things with Ian fell apart.
"Wasn’t it Troy who brought your weakness, and then the others tore those pictures?" he asked, trying to drag back into old mories.
"Yeah, and I could’ve fixed them too. They ssed up, but they’ve redeed themselves, haven’t they?" I asked. He tilted his head slightly while examining my face.
"And I haven’t?" he questioned, looking genuinely hurt.
I wanted so badly to tell him no, that he was the biggest scum on earth who wanted to use , but I stopped myself.
"Ian, what do you want from ? You’re the one who said you wouldn’t chase after . You’re the one who told you didn’t want . You’re the one who hurt . And I’ve moved past that. I’d really appreciate it if we didn’t talk about , my mates, or my bond, and instead focused on what’s actually happening around us," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
I watched him clutch the basket tightly. Then, in one swift motion, he threw it. He tossed it so hard that the air whooshed as his arm moved.
"Ian!" I snapped, grunting in frustration.
He stepped closer, leaned down just slightly, and pointed a finger at my face.
"You fucking don’t understand," he hissed before straightening his back and walking away.
"You’re supposed to collect the strawberries!" I shouted after him, especially since a few lurkers had started to gather around.
But Ian just raised his hand and flipped them all off before walking away. I had no idea where the hell he went.
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