CHAPTER 145: 145-IANS ASKS FOR SEX?

Clementine:

We heard something slam on the floor, and that was a sign we really needed to check before going in.

Ian didn’t care. He just marched in after slamming the door fully ajar. Haiden, who had been hunched over in a careful position to investigate, straightened with his hands on his waist and a very tired look on his face at Ian’s actions. We all mirrored his expression.

But since Ian was fine, we walked in to see what exactly was the reason the door had been open and the light turned on.

"Oh," Suki groaned when she saw us. She was cleaning, mopping the floor with Yash. "Can’t you see this place is still wet? Wait outside."

Haiden purposely walked all over the bedroom floor with his dirty shoes.

"Oh my God, you dirty rat!" she screamed.

"Voice," Yorick warned her, pointing a finger at her.

She looked so offended. She was wearing a beautiful pink tracksuit while doing the cleaning.

"Oh, I’m so sorry," Troy pretended as he stepped onto the wet floor. I gave them a look of playful judgment before walking over to my bed and sitting down. I needed to relax. I had been really emotional the past few days. Everything was changing around me and for me too. People’s perceptions and the way they treated me were changing, so it felt like a new world.

"Why did you guys have to come so soon," Suki complained with a grunt.

"If you had used your hands the way you used your mouth, you would have been done with the chores by now," Troy remarked, lying on the bed and playing with the squishy ball he brought.

"Whatever," Suki hissed. "Yash, clean this place and then come out. I’m not doing it in their presence." She tossed her broomstick aside and walked out of the room with an attitude.

"It must be so hard sharing a room with them, Yash," Haiden said, and Yash silently kept working. My squadmates didn’t really bother him. We just watched as he finished quickly, grabbed the buckets and broomsticks, and rushed out of the room.

"So I’m going to rest. I’m gonna sleep the whole day until the new mission arrives," Yorick yawned as he lay down on the bed.

I guessed we were all just tired. Every time we left our packs, the members would throw us a big goodbye, and we’d have to meet everyone, talk with them. Like I said, it was all new to me. Nobody used to talk to me, but now they spoke with me, shared their issues with me, almost like they thought I was a superhero. By the time we were back at the academy, we were exhausted, so we all decided to rest.

We lay down, and I think I was the first to fall asleep. The minute my head touched the pillow, I dozed off. There was no way anybody else beat me to it, but I was woken up by a gentle poking on my cheek.

I jolted awake, almost like squaring up. Part of it was because we didn’t have a home. We would spend a few nights somewhere in the north, then sleep in our dorm room before heading back to our pack. All that made us feel not very safe, so whenever there was an interruption in our sleep, we woke up ready to fight back.

However, seeing Ian standing before me made me relax, then roll my eyes. "What is it?" I asked in a sleepy voice.

"How long are you guys gonna stay sleeping?" he said, hunching down as his long hair puffed out like a cloud. They were so voluminous.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He only glanced at the big clock on the wall.

"What? I’ve been sleeping for five hours?" I asked, confused, because it didn’t feel that long. It felt like I had just put my head on the pillow and woken up.

"Yeah, you guys have been sleeping way too long," Ian complained, adding that the others were still asleep too.

"Well, did you not sleep at all?" I asked as I slowly got up and sat on the bed.

He stepped back with his hands in his pockets. "I could barely get any sleep. There’ve been some things on my mind," he admitted, sounding normal for the first time. By normal, I meant showing emotions. He actually sounded anxious.

"What is it?" I asked. I could have taunted him or teased him for waking me just so he could talk, but I didn’t. It was nice enough that he was opening up a little, warming up to us. The others were still asleep, and I wondered why he hadn’t woken them. Maybe he felt more comfortable with me, or maybe I was wrong.

"Can we talk?" he asked finally, taking a straightforward approach. But he didn’t look at me. He turned his face to the side, reaching for a notebook on the table.

"Sure," I replied, getting up.

"Put on a sweater, it’s cold outside," he said as he headed for the door.

Since we had been complaining about Ian being so absent from group activities, it was important for me to know what was going on in his head. And him grabbing the notebook he always wrote in meant he wasn’t asking me to go out just to talk about the weather and rainbows. There had to be something important he wanted to share with someone.

As soon as we walked out of the room, I noticed how cloudy it had gotten. Ian started turning red from the cold almost instantly. He had on his leather jacket as he walked down the passage to the ground.

"We have a meet-up place. We could go there," I said, letting him know that the squad and I had been using it to hang out.

He turned to me, gave me a brief look, and said, "Are you sure? Because I don’t want anyone to hear when we’re having sex."

And that shook the world from under my feet.