Chapter 35

I think everyone's mouth hit the ground at that moment. I mean who could've guessed? Well, I suppose from what I just heard I could've slightly conceived this. But I didn't.

After the moment of shock, Harley and I looked at Molly roughly at the same time. Now amidst the confusion and inquisitiveness, shock peeked out, though she tried to hide it. How could he do that to Molly?! Poor Molly, who's never done a thing wrong in her life? What did she ever do to have that bastard screw up her life?

"You have two days before the Society makes its final return. Surrender on the second dawn, or each of you will die an unforgiving, painful death. Starting with you two Betrayals," he whirled around to face Nigel and me. Way to go, dumb ass. Now everyone knows.

A collective gasp filled the air, yup, we're screwed. Ian made his way in a quick and orderly fashion for the door. Needless to say, we had weapons, and he didn't make it two feet to the door.

I got up and sat next to Molly, Harley following suit. "Hey, are you ok?" I rubbed her back gently, but she didn't acknowledge my presence, she just sat there staring at nothing.

"Statistically, with so much in his favor, something had to be wrong. That was it, he was for the enemy. Simple as that," she said blandly.

"Oh, Molly, it's not just that. You liked him; he was a douche and convinced you that he liked you. Statistics have nothing to with it," Harley hugged a stiff Molly.

"I will agree I was lead to false believes, but my emotions weren't strong. I didn't know him for long enough for strong emotions. I probably am not likeable enough to truly have emotions felt back to in the first place," she said in the same monotone voice.

"Sweetie, he was mistaken. Or maybe he really did like you, and he had to do what the Society told him to do. Besides, you're plenty likeable, you've got us right?" I smiled a little

"Yes, I suppose, I'm going to leave now, I'd like to be alone," she stood and stiffly walked away.

"I'm worried about her," Harley looked at me, after Molly was out of earshot.

"I know, she's not taking it well," I bit the inside of my lip.

"Did you see them making out? It was pretty intense stuff," Harley remarked, "I mean for Molly. Well, by my own standards too,"

"Yeah, it was gross. I told Nigel that I didn't want us to be all mushy like them," I said

Harley let out a laugh, "Lucky I don't have to worry about that with Andy," she looked back in his general direction, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

Then I realized how gross, and romantic, and girly my life had become. As much as I liked my friends, and Nigel, and seeing them happy, I hated how my life had changed. I was not part of a soap opera. I was in the commercial of the fight for life, and right now I was more concerned about relationships. What the hell?!

I left Harley and I walked over to Nigel, who was standing, leaning up against the wall. I punched him square in the chest; he curled around the area and let out a groan.

"What the hell?" he groaned

"I needed to get back to basics," I informed him

"And that involves hitting me, why?" he asked

"I'm tired of being all girly and shit," I explained

"That explains so much," he rolled his eyes, finally recovering. Pansy.

"I feel like I've changed too much. I'm not like I used to be, I knew my life before. Now I feel like I'm part of one of those Ancient soap operas. I'm more concerned about love lives, than saving lives. And it sucks!" I bit my lip.

"Em, things change, people change, lives change. It's natural and part of life. I'd be more concerned if you didn't change. I still love you and-"

"Stop it! Stop it right now! I don't want to hear it! I really just want to be the way it used to be. I want to fight people, and not have lives that could be lost because of my idiocracy. I want to go home and I want this to never have happened!" tears brimmed my eyes, "See?! I never used to cry! Now it's like a daily event!"

"It's ok," he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to break away, but he was intent, "People change! It's part of growing up, we all have to do it. You're under stress, probably more than any other 16 year old. But you can handle it, and I know you're strong and-"

"Shut up."

"You need to embrace your inner Air," he said

"Pardon?" I asked

"Your inner Air, I mean you got the fearless part down, but you need to be more carefree," he explained

"And what do you suggest we do exactly?" I asked somewhat fearfully

"When this whole thing is over-"

"Assuming we're both still alive," I reminded him

"You're only proving my point,"

"And that point is?"

"Goddamn it, Emmileen! You need a break!" he huffed angrily

"You said the word," I glared up at him.

"I like you with that name; it's as pretty as you are,"

"Stop," I warned

"I'm only telling the truth," he shrugged

"I don't care, I don't want to hear it," I frowned. He smirked, and ruffled my hair, so that my bangs covered my face.

"Can I finish?" he sighed

"Depends,"

"Well too bad, I am. Now once this is all over, you and I we will do whatever you want for as long as you want. Being carefree, and not giving a shit about anything," he pulled me closer to him, and I couldn't meet his eyes.

"We can't do that," I shook my head

"And why not?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"Because!" I clenched my fists at my sides

"Because why?" he looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"Because, it won't just end. Even if we defeat the Society, it won't end. It will never end. We'll never be freed from this. Even if we win, which isn't likely, there will be people. People who will be our responsibility. We'll have to set up a new government, and we'll have to start over. How? Tell me how we're supposed to just drop our responsibilities, and do whatever. Tell me please, I'm curious," I narrowed my eyes, I just felt furious. Furious with him, furious with the Society, and myself. Mostly I was furious with myself. Tears fell down my cheeks, and I just wanted to die. I wasn't upset, I was mad!

"We're teenagers; it's what we're supposed to do. We're supposed to rebel and be irresponsible. At least, that's what the Ancient's did. Why can't we? The way I see it, it would dishonor our ancestors not to follow their ways. We must do this," he smirked at me.

"As I recall teenagers also used to get pregnant at 16, yeah, no. I have no plans to honor that tradition," I retorted

"I was not going to go there," he narrowed his eyes and shook his head cautiously.

"I was proving a point," I rolled my eyes, "I refuse to be irresponsible."

"Well, lucky for you, I have done some looking into governments," he smiled at me, "So the most successful method of government for the Ancients was called democracy."

"Democracy?" I asked

"Well more of a Constitutional Republic, anyway, the people are the power. They elect representatives and anyone can be in charge. There's not one singular person with all the power. Anyway, said nation that used this system and they let anybody live there. Regardless of race, color, or age. Granitite, you weren't a citizen immediately after you moved there. But there was no segregation, and I feel we should use this, I mean, otherwise we'd be hypocritical and we'd have revolted for nothing,"

"So there isn't one leader? And we wouldn't kill off people for not much of a reason? Seems decent enough to me," I shrugged

"So now will you agree to have a break?" Nigel asked

"We can do anything I want?" I confirmed

"Anything, we can go cliff diving every day, run for the hell of it, whatever you want," the way he stared into my eyes was both pleasant and creepy.

"Fine, but after everything is over and settled. Then, and only then will I go on aforementioned unnecessary break,"