Undercover

I tried my best to avoid Jack. It's not the easiest thing in the world, considering that he was who I ran away with. I was afraid of what I was feeling, why was I feeling anything? I shouldn't be feeling anything at all, I shouldn't be capable of such emotion. was a machine made to destroy, to kill. I couldn't help but look over at him as he slept. He looked so beautiful, so innocent. The things I could do to such an innocent boy.

"Alex, what the fuck are you thinking? You're a killing machine, meant to destroy," I told myself.

I didn't seem like I was able to convince myself that the statement was true. I might have been a killing machine but something was making me feel like there were butterflies in my stomach. Fuck Jack, this wasn't something that I needed. This wasn't something that I wanted. I didn't know what to do, I was bored but I didn't want to leave seeing as Jack wasn't awake yet.

I stripped down and got into the river. I wade into water that was waist deep and just relaxed in the decent warmth of the water. I sighed in ecstasy and floated on my back, ignoring the fact that nothing was hidden. I just want to be free and even though nothing is holding me back I'm faced with death.

"Put your fucking pants on Lex," I heard Jack yell from the shore.

"Or you can strip and come out here with me," I joked back.

He sighed and began to strip down. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look over at him as I saw his body, all of his body. I watched as he walked over to me, this was the closest to a bath we had gotten in quite a few days. I couldn't help smile at him before he picked me up, throwing me into the water. I squealed with delight as I splashed into the water.

"You're such a dork," Jack said.

"But you like me so," I smiled, swimming back over to him.

"You're not wrong."

I smiled at him and he rolled his eyes at me while shaking his head. For some reason that statement made me smile more than I actually wanted to. I didn't want him to like me, I didn't want him to feel anything like me. I was a ticking tomb bomb and I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't explode out at him. I didn't want him to be a causality from the shrapnel that was bound to come out at the end.

"Alex, you alright," he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," I responded.

"Let's get back to shore."

I swam with him up to the shore and got out, quickly dressing back up and starting a fire. I took the one towel I had and began to pat my hair dry. I looked over at Jack who's hair never had the volume that he had spent hours putting into it and began to appreciate it's newly flat state. He was really cute. I heard some branches snap in the woods, my removing two knives from my combat boots, taking a stance to quickly throw them.

"Don't throw them," I heard a familiar voice.

I never moved from my stance and tensed up more. I had begun to hate that voice, it made me uneasy. It looked like Jack was about to meet my soon to be husband.

"What do you want Rian," I asked, into the darkness.

Notes

Rian returns but why is he talking and not attacking? Strange; chapter nine will be hopefully before next week.

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- Jess