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Chapter 33

The next day I woke up to an arm trapping me to the bed. When I tried to push it off of me it pulled me harder against the chest behind me, Storm’s face nuzzling into my hair. I knew it was Storm since he was the only one I was sharing this room with, and he was really cold. But the cold didn’t bother me.

I turned around so that I was facing him, and pushed. He didn’t budge. I kept pushing until I heard a knocking at the door. I heard Camden say, “Alright, lovebirds, I’m coming in.”

I kept trying to push out of Storm’s hold, but he only budged when Camden slammed the door open, making Storm jerk awake, pushing me away from him accidentally. With all the force of me pushing against him I ended up on the floor. I landed on my tailbone and lower back.

“Shit,” I said. I may have a high pain tolerance but that still really hurt. I looked up to see Camden looking between Storm and me suggestively. I got up saying, “Nothing happened.”

He only replied with a, “Sure. But it’s time to leave so pack up and get ready.”

I rolled my eyes, and got up off of the floor. I then strapped on my knives, and put on my boots. I grabbed my bag, and was about to walk out, but I looked back to see Storm laying back on the bed, his eyes closed. I went over to his bag, picked it up, and tossed it onto him. His eyes flew open, and he made an “oof!” sound.

“Better hurry up, Storm,” I said, “Or we’ll leave you behind.”

Then I exited the room, and met everyone in the lobby of the inn. Camden was still giving me a suggestive look, but everyone else was just talking amongst themselves. Unsurprisingly, Iris still wasn’t here, probably doing her makeup or something, so maybe Storm wouldn’t be the last person to join us.

When everyone was out Camden pulled me into a car with him, and Storm and Iris went in the other one. Today I was with Aline and Clay as well. I was not looking forward to sitting in a car with Camden for at least twelve hours, especially considering the situation he had found me in this morning.

Everyone packed into their respective vehicles. Once we were on the road Camden asked, “Sooooooooo, what happened last night?”

“Nothing,” I responded.

“Didn’t look that way, Blaze,” Camden said, a smirk on his face. I just rolled my eyes, and turned to face the window, ignoring him. But he kept asking.

Eventually, about six hours later with two stops, I had enough, and switched with Storm. I was killing two birds with one stone, since I had gotten rid of Camden’s pestering, and he was sure to annoy Storm. Also, I got to bond with Iris since I hadn’t really made an effort to befriend her. And I was still learning how to make, and keep, friends, since I still wasn’t the best at it.

Iris had her hair in a clean fishtail braid, that looked amazing, so I said, “I really like your hair.”

She smiled at me and said, “Thanks.”

It was silent for a few minutes before I said, “I’m sorry for pinning you up against the wall a few months ago. I haven’t yet apologized, and you didn’t deserve to have that happen, especially by me since I’m supposed to be your teammate, and teammates don’t do that to teammates. So, I’m sorry, and, this doesn’t excuse why I did it, but I was angry because I was really stressed out from being in a new world, and all of this magic stuff. And that stress turned into anger, so I’m sorry.”

I looked over to her to see a surprised expression that quickly morphed into a smile.

“You know, Blaze,” she started, “ for someone so smart, you’re really bad at reading social cues. I’ve already forgiven you, although I do really appreciate the apology, and it shows me that I was right to forgive you in the first place.”

I was so surprised I didn’t know what to say. For once in my life, I was left completely speechless. She just chuckled, and turned to Lana, and Aline, since, when I wanted to get away from Camden, we decided to completely change around who was in what car. She asked, “Can we turn on some music?”

Aline looked at Lana, who nodded and said, “Sure, I have my phone with me, and I think I have something we’ll all like.”

She plugged in her cord, and connected he phone to the speakers. She started playing some pop song, one that I had heard in my old world, but didn’t know the lyrics or name of. They started singing along, even Lana surprisingly, and I chuckled at them. They all seemed to freeze for a second, as they hadn’t really seen any other expression on my face except for indifference, anger, and, possibly, silent amusement, or a smirk. But mostly indifference.

Aline turned down the music and said, quite dramatically, “Did the Ice Queen Blaze just actually laugh?” She looked between Lana, and Iris. I laughed again. “Oh my Gods, she did! She is actually human, girls.” Then she broke out laughing. When she gathered herself she continued, “You know, you’re even more of an Ice Queen than Lana and that’s saying a lot. Anyway, what’s so funny?”

“How predictable you guys are!,” I exclaimed. “You guys are all extremely girly, and know the lyrics to these types of songs. I’m sorry I know I’m being stereotypical, but, it can’t be helped. I am a reader, after all, and stereotypes are usually what people write about.”

Lana got this challenging look on her face, and pulled out her phone, saying, “Aline, plug in my phone please. I need to prove Blaze wrong. Unlock my phone, and go to my music. You know what to play, right?” Aline nodded and put on a rock song that I knew.

“Ok,” I said, “This I can sing with.” Then I started belting out the lyrics to the song.

The next song was a rap one, and I outpaced Lana rapping out the lyrics. I could get used to this. This feeling of normalcy, of friendship.

That night I was again stuck with Storm. We took turns showering, and then quickly head to do our own thing before bed. Surprisingly he pulled out a sketchbook. I didn’t know that he drew.

A few minutes into reading I realized I was overthinking something and I had read two or three pages, and I had no clue what was going on. I flipped back a few pages, and put my book down.

“Storm.” I said, trying to get his attention. He put up his finger signaling that I should wait a second, and then put his books, and pencil down. “I just wanted to apologize for saying that stuff about losing your mom. It was totally uncool of me, and, even though I’ve been through some tough stuff doesn’t mean that you haven’t either, so I’m really sorry.”

I was fidgeting. I never fidget. But I was so afraid of his answer. What if he didn’t forgive me? What if he hated me now? What if-

“I forgive you,” he replied. “I understand why you said the things you did since I’ve had a pretty easy life. Yes, there are expectations that can be hard to reach, and I’ve lost my mom, but, otherwise, I’ve had an easy life. I don’t have scars like you do. So, I’m sorry for freaking out at you because I don’t know your history with Mya, and I had no right to judge without the full story.”

I nod, “You don’t have to apologize. I was the one who reopened a fresh wound.”

“Yes, I did,” he said, “I may not have caused you any pain, but it was still wrong of me to assume.”

I rolled my eyes, “Okay, I’ll forgive you, but there is no need to apologize.”

He nodded, satisfied, and continued sketching. I picked up my book, restarted where I was, and got lost in the world.

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