Super Bad (Completed 2013)

‡ Chapter 21 ‡

OHMAGAWD. I'm GONNA CRY for Brazil. 7- 1 ... ;( Finals are Germany and Argentina! Who are you rooting for?  #TeamArgentina

I am in the wilderness as we speak.  Has anyone ever gone camping? 

Trees...so much trees...

Wish more me to not get eaten by bears since that would really suck.

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I don't know what drug I was on.  Or what crazy voodoo shit those nurses put in my skin, but whatever it did made me impulsive since the next thing I did was something I thought I'd never do.  

I hugged Romane. 

Yep.  I was fucked up. 

His muscles tightened and I knew this was hard to believe but I felt his heart stop.  I buried my head into his shirt, inhaling the scent of pine which I found relaxing.

Creatures of the Earth, I award this as the second most awkward moment of my life.

Because he didn't hug back.

May the awkwardness begin...

Yet I didn't think anything could beat number one.

Awkward: Your phone going off on full volume at a funeral. 

Even more awkward: Your ringtone being 'I Will Survive'.

Some things on the Internet do actually happen... 

The humiliation not shaking off, I released my grip with a low apology. 

"It's fine," he rumbled quietly. 

Digging ways to change the subject once again, I asked, "How come the Snipers are after me?"  

Good save, Jess.  And for the future: Just because you're a tree hugger doesn't mean you have to embrace everything that has a big, thick, long, branch...

Heat whipped across my face and I mentally cursed at the immature voice.  Thankfully Romane didn't notice the battle happening in my head.   

"To be honest, I'm not sure," he replied. 

Surprised he didn't hold the answer, I told myself that made sense.  The man couldn't know everything.  Even though it felt like it. 

"While the answers remain uncertain," he looked towards me, illustrating a serious expression, "I know they will persist on catching you and possibly hurting you.  Therefore you must be ready for their next attack."  He gave me a once over.  "I presume you didn't complete your Dynamo training?" 

I nibbled on the insides of my cheek, breathing a sheepish chuckle.  "Is it that noticeable?" 

"I'm afraid so," he said with an amused smile.  He rested a hand on my arm, a sudden coldness rushing underneath.  "I will train you first thing in the morning.  Be prepared because these weeks will be exhausting and brutal."

"Ode to joy."

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It starts with a simple gust of Mother Nature.