I woke with a start. There was banging on my door and annoyed grunts coming from outside.

"Stormy! Come on, wake up!"

I looked over at my clock and sighed. I had slept through breakfast and lunch. I guess I should have set the alarm.

I sat up and took my hairbrush off of the bedside table and brushed my hair. The knocking continued.

I narrowed my eyes.

"You've missed breakfast and lunch."

I smiled slightly. Well, obviously. I could see the clock. I wasn't blind.

There was silence for a moment before, "I swear to God…I had to walk all the way up here to get a girl that I don't even know just to bring her down so that she can have her precious food. Get out of there before I break in!"

I stood and climbed into skinny jeans and threw on a black t-shirt.

Click.

The door swung open and I looked over at the boy. His bright green eyes burned with anger. He flipped his bleach blonde hair out of his eyes and crossed his arms.

Amused, I snickered. I grabbed my keys and put them in my pocket.

A low growl grumbled deep in his throat, "Now, come on. I don't want to have to resort to using force."

Well, that was entertaining. Did he think that I wasn't going to ask him to try? That's funny.

I tilted my head slightly.

"Quit smiling," he said, taking a step towards me, "And he said to bring you downstairs by any means necessary. So don't tempt me."

Hmm…interesting.

A sigh escaped my lips. This whole not talking thing was actually kind of hard.

He smirked.

My eyes widened. Why the heck was he looking at me like that? And why was he smirking?

When he took a step towards me, I immediately took a step back. As he continued towards me, I ended up backing into a wall.

Well, that's convenient, I thought dryly.

He reached me and stared down at me.

I raised my eyebrows.

He knelt down, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder. A small whine escaped my lips, making him chuckle lightly.

As he pulled me through the door, I closed it.

He stopped, "Do you want to lock it?"

I nodded.

"Use your words," he said, putting me back down onto the ground.

I stared at him.

"What are you," he growled, "A mute? Come on. Just say yes."

If I don't talk to anyone else, I'm sure as heck not talking to you, buddy.

A few moments passed, allowing me to turn and lock my door. I stuffed my keys back into my pocket and looked at him. Anger was etched on his face.

He pushed me against my door and leaned in, "When I talk to you, I expect a reply."

"Maybe you shouldn't expect such things from her," a familiar voice said.

I looked over to see Kevin making his way down the hallway.

He smiled at me.

I nodded a hello.

"Sam," he turned his attention to the boy, "She doesn't talk to people. She is still adjusting to her surroundings. She will talk on her own terms…scaring her won't make her want to talk to you."

Sam rolled his eyes and pushed past him, "Then you take her downstairs. If it were up to me, I wouldn't give her another chance to eat. She can learn just like the rest of us."

When Sam was out of sight, Kevin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry that you had to go through that."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It wasn't his fault.

He held out his hand, "You ready to go eat? The diner should be cleared out by now. You can eat without all the interruptions."

I nodded and put my hand in his. He smiled slightly and began to lead me to the elevators.

"Don't worry about that guy," he said once we got into the elevator, "He wouldn't hurt a fly."

I shot him a look of skepticism.

He laughed and let my hand go, "Test his patience sometime…more than you did this time. Next time, I won't intercede and help. You'll see."

He won't help me next time? With Sam or with anyone? I liked feeling as though I had someone protecting me at all times…but how long would that last? When would I have to protect myself and myself alone?

I stepped into the diner, and, as expected, there was no one there. I walked through the line of food, grabbed a piece of pizza and an apple again, and walked back to sit down.

Kevin looked down to my food and laughed, "Do you only eat pizza and apples?"

I looked at him, "I'm not that hungry."

His eyes widened, "She talks."

"Only to you and the superintendent," I said softly, returning my attention back to my food. When Kevin sat down next to me, I lifted the piece of pizza to my mouth and took a bite.

He rested his head in his hand, "So, why don't you talk?"

I smiled slightly, "Because I like to see how long people can take it before they want to rip my throat out. I gave up on trying to annoy you."

"Why's that?"

"Because you didn't seem like you'd ever get annoyed."

A few moments passed and I sighed, "That's not the reason…"

Kevin tilted his head.

"Guys freak me out," I said, laughing to myself, "I've never been comfortable around them. And, being around this many is overwhelming. Like you said earlier, I'm still adjusting."

Ever since I was young, boys had always scared me. Nothing happened to me to cause my discomfort. I just didn't trust them. Don't get me wrong, I was completely attracted to them. I just couldn't bring myself to trust them. Kevin was probably the first one that I somewhat trusted.

Kevin nodded in understanding. He didn't push the subject any further. He just seemed satisfied that he actually heard my voice.

When I finished eating, I threw my paper plate away and looked back at Kevin.

"Are you going to go back to not talking," he asked, glancing down at his watch.

When he looked back up at me, I nodded.

A small smile appeared on his face as he led me back to the elevator. When we got in, he pressed one.

I kept my eyes on the ground as I followed him to the office. He closed the door and headed over to Mr. Samuels' door. After knocking twice, he looked back at me.

Mr. Samuels opened the door and stepped out, "Can I help you? Oh, hello, Stormy."

I waved.

"Stormy needs to associate herself more with the boys," Kevin said, "She informed me that she was still rather uncomfortable here. I'd be happy to find someone to take care of her."

My eyes widened. I didn't want anyone to take care of me! Heck, I didn't mind staying in my room!

Mr. Samuels looked at me, "I don't know who I would trust with her…I guess I can look through the rosters and see who I see fit. Until then, Stormy?"

I raised my head.

"The guard is waiting for you by the showers," he said, "Go and take a shower. After you're done, come back here and I'll have someone to take care of you."

I nodded.

Kevin looked over at me for a moment before shaking Mr. Samuels' hand. He walked past me and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him down the hallway, past an indoor pool, and to the door of the showers.

The female guard looked at me and gave me a huge smile, "You're so cute! When they said a girl was coming here, I thought you'd be ugly. Or more on the guy side."

I stared at her.

Kevin patted me on the back and walked away.

She handed me a towel, shampoo, and conditioner before she stepped to the side and opened the door for me, "I'll make sure no one comes in. Take as long as you please."

I thanked her and walked in. I walked over to the farthest shower and turned on the water. Setting down my towel and soaps, I felt dread wash over me.

This was a boys' shower room.

I checked the shower for any sign of a camera before closing the curtain. I stripped slowly and stepped under the hot water. I froze in place from the scorching heat for a moment until my body got used to it. Allowing the water to cascade down my body, I closed my eyes.

I washed my hair and body. After I was done, I shut off the water and wrapped the small white towel around me before stepping out of the shower and into the cold air of the room.

I sat down on the floor and stared at the door.

Was she really just standing there, telling people that they couldn't come in until after I was done with my shower? Or was she just there at the beginning, coming back to check on the doors every few minutes?

I put my head down on my knees.

Women were not people who I had to doubt. She wasn't going to just leave.

Was she?

I stood and got dressed. I left the towel and soaps on the ground before walking out the door.

The guard looked down at me, "Hello! How was your shower?"

"Fine," I said, "Do you want me to get the soaps and stuff?"

"No," she smiled, "I'll get them when you leave. So, what's your name?"

"Stormy."

"I'm Tiffany," she said, her dark brown eyes squinting in amusement.

I smiled at her before making my way back to the front office. When I walked into the door, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Mr. Samuels smiled at me, "This is Sam. He'll be the one who will be taking care of you today."

Sam looked at me from the corner of his eye and smirked.

Oh…no…


A/N: You all are going to hate me...

Yes, I deleted the story up until chapter 3. There is a simple reason behind this. And that reason is: I am hoping to publish it soon. If that doesn't work out, the rest of the book will be updated. But, if it becomes published, the only thing you'll be able to read up to is chapter 3. Sorry :)

Wish me luck! You all are great.