Twenty minutes down the highway and I was already bored, ready to throw myself out the window. Chris had tried, and failed, to distract us all with stories of his childhood and the stupid things he had done with his neighbours. One being how they had dared one another to walk around the neighbour hood in just their socks. Apparently their mother's had grounded them for months afterwards, and I don't blame them, how embarrassing it would be to get a call from the police stating that your child is walking down the streets in nothing but socks. I shuddered to myself at the mental picture, one that I had tried so hard to keep out.
Most of that twenty minutes was spent in silence however, existence the muscles in the boot of the car stifling my desire to talk to the others who had been present, not to long ago, to witness an uncontrolled outburst. I don't even know why I had thrown the knife, it was just a blur of movement coming from a place that I did not realise still existed. A place that I thought I had erased completely, a place only my best friend even knew about. I was ashamed that I lost my self-control, that I could not just say no, that the question still brought to the surface emotions I did not want, let alone need. My emotions are definitely not needed in this world, bad things happen when my emotions come into play.
A few minutes later somebody taps my shoulder, without a conscious thought my hand whips up and grabs the person's hand. I turn around and look directly at Lexie who stares back, her face expressionless.
"Tell us a bit about yourself Samantha."
I stare back, my eyebrow raised, trying to understand whether she was serious or not. Her hard gaze and immobile gaze answered for me.
"I would, but you already know something about me, yet I know almost nothing about the rest of you."
She inclines her head, understanding the underlining trust issues keeping a barrier between civility.
"Point taken, Tayor, why don't you go first?"
Tayor looks over at me, a small, polite smile on her face. It seems we were all only being polite for now, no one really wanting to talk to me, not after the knife throwing incident.
"Alright then, um, I have three older brothers"
One of the muscles in the back snorts, when I look at him I can see the amusement on his face. When I look back to Tayor my eyes widen in surprise, they could be twins, their noses, eyes and hair are identical, the only difference being the length of their hair. I look between the two, trying to keep my face from showing my shock.
"Chris, why don't you go?"
Tayor looks towards Chris who is sitting on her right.
"What? Oh, um..."
He brings his hands to his face, scratching his chin as he thinks.
"Um, if I wasn't an agent I would play football for my high school team."
At first I watch him disbelieving, that was until I took in his physique, something I should have done yesterday. He looked like a footballer, it is the only way I could describe him, he looks like a footballer. Tayor turns to Lexie and motions with her hand to lead on.
"I have attended high school with the president's twins for two years"
I refrain from turning around. My thoughts fly around my head, crazy enough that I almost miss Damion's response. Almost.
"I have eleven siblings"