Unhinged

nine

I cover my mouth as the yacht rocked on the ocean. It started to bother me the more it would hit a bump on the wave. This was absolutely torturous...

When I wake up from yesterday I remember the argument Maximus and I had. I'm not sure if I should even call that a fight. He was absolutely ridiculous in my opinion, but I guess I made some mistakes.

I did try to be rude to him, but I guess there a little bit of bad feelings on my part. A little bit of guilt I suppose.

Even if I was to apologize to him - I don't think I'll be able to anytime soon. So far I can kind of tell he's avoiding me at the moment. I'm not that surprised, but I'm also avoiding everyone too.

This boat ride is not working with me right now.

"You are handling this quite awfully."

I heard Silas behind me and I didn't know what he'd do. I'm not sure what he wants...but I'll try not to say anything that'll cause him to react horribly.

"I know. I didn't know I couldn't handle boat rides - it's just motion sickness..." I tell him, looking at him nervously. "Are you used to boats?"

"Uh, yeah. Some of my friends have yachts like this, but Maximus' is the largest I've ever seen. You're over here having a bad time away from the fun, but not to mention that you're looking a little...detached?" He ends up saying and I snort.

"That's a good assumption. After everything that happened - I am feeling a little detached. Did I offend you at all?" I end up asking him just for reference.

Silas shook his head, scoffing at me as if I was foolish for even asking. It was him I was speaking to - so I'm not all that surprised he wasn't offended.

"I didn't care - I just thought it was funny. I mean...you weren't necessarily wrong, but who do you think you are to say such a thing?" He asks of me.

I shrug at his words and I became a little offended. What does he even mean by that?

"I was asked a question, and it was answered. Besides, that - I don't think I deserved the backlash that I did. You know that if I was an Alpha or an Omega for that matter - my word would be considered and accepted. Since I'm a Beta - it's disregarded." I run my fingers through my hair, having to cling onto the edge of the yacht.

I had to look away from him now and close my eyes. This rocking was still getting to me still. No conversation could really distract me from this.

"You're a Beta. Many people are still prejudiced against your kind. It used to be Omegas for centuries, but it only moved onto your differentiation-."

"Obviously, but why can't there just be no hate?" I interrupt him because I've heard that statement too many times.

"Everyone wants something to hate - duh. No generation is exempt from doing so. They can develop over a major milestone only to find a new one. Now everyone is hating on people like you and I bet that's fun." He says sarcastically...I hope.

I keep my thoughts to myself because this was Silas I was talking to.

"I think we both know we went off on the wrong foot, but I don't think we should make that define our present relationship. We can be friends, right?" Silas questions me kindly.

I just look at him, wondering if he was serious. For all I know he's just putting on a show. Except he could probably be doing this just to make himself look good.

I do know the cameras are still on us. It may not be obvious, but I know they're there. This is probably an act for him and that was disturbing to me.