“How did you do that to your arm?”
“Ah, nothing. Little incident. Dean’s…his aim was a little off.”
I grunted “lovely.” I remarked. That would be justmy luck, too.
Stryker hummed. “Well, hope you don’t have the same fortune-"
I internally snorted.
"Good fighter?”
“Nowhere near as good as you.” I felt a little stupid as I said it, but it had gushed out unbidden.
Stryker snorted “wasn’t the question.”
Right.
“I’m…good enough.” I replied carefully.
“We’ll see.” Stryker grinned, eyes sparkling “come, I'll show you around.”
After a busy afternoon of tours, meeting more people than I’d spoken to in all my years of life, and some kind of welcoming ceremony for the Zeltron soldiers, I attended nightfall and retreated outside to walk around and have a smoke. I was sat facing the pond, immersed in my own thoughts, when a voice spoke from behind me.
“Is that a joint?”
My head snapped around and I blinked at the figure who stood there. He was young but stood tall, must have been around my age, with tousled, light brown hair, sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline and a slightly furrowed brow. His hazel eyes seemed curious, if slightly alarmed.
“Hey? And yeah, it’s a joint.”
“You’re not allowed.”
“Nobody said anything about me being allowed or not.” I raised a brow “want to take a hit?”
“Not really, no.” The lad muttered.
I scanned him up and down.
“Zeltron?” I asked after a long moment of just observing him.
“Yes. Matthew Wells.”
“Theo Danes.” I replied, taking a long drag and blowing out more smoke in Matthew’s face, purely to annoy him “sit down or carry on with whatever you were doing.”
Matthew stayed still for a moment, then huffed and sat. “You’re not allowed weed.” He repeated, as if I hadn’t heard him the first time round.
“And what are you gonna do about it? Tell on me? What are we, five?”
Matthew’s nose wrinkled slightly “who’d I tell anyway?” He grumbled.
“Brilliant. Have a try.” I waved the joint in front of his mouth, feeling much more confident with whoever this guy was than the intimidating figure that Stryker represented.He was hot, too.
“I don’t smoke.”
“Clearly.” I snorted “first time for everything, though.”
“I said no.” Matthew snapped.
I raised an eyebrow at the sudden attitude “fine. Suit yourself.”
