Chapter 50:

He was still cleaning up what was supposed to be a depot for his car. I brushed my arm because I was about to execute something I may regret for the rest of my life but it was worth a shot. He stepped outside and I brushed my hair and my face turned red. "Zack, I have something to say to you."

His blond hair was filthy from grazing the ceiling too much. I moved closer with a clogged throat. He quirked an eyebrow, he looked like one of those models posing dramatically on cars that Kendra showed me in her magazines. I wondered what those were about but I seemed to looking at one.

"Not to sound rude but what are you still doing here?" He said mildly clapping dust off his hands.

I brushed my hair. "About last night...I want to say, I'm sorry, I should have been a lot more precise in communicating before I set my staff to detonate." He looked at me as if I had dropped another staff attack. Blood rushed into my ears and he twisted his foot on the floor. I speculated about my comrade and s,