Water Under The Bridge III

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Water Under The Bridge-III

 

 

 

"Hey Dee", Jack said with the same goofy smile that always seemed to make her heart skip a beat.  

 

"Hey Jack, ready to go?" 

 

Jacks smile faltered. "Go?"

 

Dhalia smiled. "Yeah, "go" , it's after second bell."

 

Jacks eyes tripled in size. "What?! Oh my GERD DEE!" 

 

  Laughing, Dhalia noticed that his blonde hair was greasy and messy and stuck out in every direction possible. As Jack ran to the rear of the room, koala boxers poked into view when he turned to fix his hair and she laughed harder. "Oh shut up!" he yelled from across the room and threw an embroidered pillow she had bought for him last Christmas. Dhalia dodged it in record time. "See ya later!" she yelled as Jack rushed around like a chicken with its head cut off.

 

  As she neared the next room, she could hear Ed Sheeran pouring from every corner. The lights were off and threw distorted shadows of the tanks and blueprints lining the walls making the room seem eerily calm.  On the bed sat Julius, his red hair stuck to his face in clumps and tangles and losing a Tanki battle horribly. Sounds from his laptop overlapped with the music and made Dhalia want to cringe. Without a hint of surprise, Dhalia spotted Kristie sprawled at the foot of the bed in a deep sleep. With an eyeroll and a sigh, Dhalia grabbed Kristie's ankle and yanked firmly. Within seconds, Kristie was on the floor yelling obscene language in her direction. "Get out!" Dhalia screamed over her whining. 

 

"Why should I listen to a screw-up like you?!" Kristie snapped back. 

 

"Because I said so, and unless you want to get kicked from this clan for sleeping with every member that'll take you, I suggest you listen!" Dhalia retaliated.  

 

  A hint of fear and resentment passed through Kristie's eyes but was gone within seconds. With a eyeroll and a hiss, Kristie removed herself from the floor and walked out with an unnecessary swing to the hips she didn't have. Dhalia turned her attention back to Julius, who was very much still in deep concentration on his failed battle. "Look," she began. "I know you have certain...things you need...tending to; But we don't fraternize and you should be the main one who knows this. You are my XO and I expect you to act as such." Julius didn't answer.  "Fine. Suit yourself. I'll let Jesse know of your insubordinate actions and see how he handles it." No answer. "UGH!"  Dhalia got up to leave but Julius caught her by the wrist and gave her the look that made every girl submit. Every girl but her. "Cupcake," Julius begins. "If you don't like the idea of her and me, maybe you should take her place instead." A bored look crossed Dhalia's face. They'd been through this more times than they could count. 

 

  "Number one, Julius" she  began, "Don't ever call me that again. And two, I wouldn't even dream of doing anything with you even if you were the last guy on Earth." Sass spilled from her every being and Julius just smiled. He beckoned her to come closer and she obliged. "If i'm the last guy on Earth," He whispered and drew her closer. "Who will be there to stop me?" 

 

  Dhalia sat flabbergasted for a moment while Julius laughed his head off. She shut him up with a note of the time and raced from the room to get to the dining hall in time for breakfast. Today was her favorite day, Wednesday, Breakfast Chimichanga day!! The sun rays poured into every skylight bathing her in the early sunlight. She stopped to take in a deep breath and gaze around. Today would be great.

 

Just then an explosion came from the kitchen..she spoke too soon.  No time to think as she raced back to her room, grabbed her katana and pushed past the crowd already gathering at the top of the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, she mentally prepared to protect everyone and everything she loved. 

Edited February 12, 2017 by tweezers

[tweezers 1,034]

Approved.

 

-Corrected punctuation.

-Grammar corrections, especially towards the end where it changed perspective completely.

-Rephrased where necessary.

 

A lovely continuation. I want moar!