"If it wasn't for you and your stupid boyfriend things would still be fine with me and her. It's all because of you!"
"Oh, now you're just being a bitch about everything Maddie!" Ingrid snapped, getting out of her duvet. She got off her bed and stood next to her. "How am I to be blamed for what you two are going through?!"
"You and your fucking idea of coming to start residing in this school. It was because of Freya."
"That wasn't the main idea, you know that!" Ingrid told her.
"Maddie, you leave Ingrid out of this!" Freya rose from her bed and looked at the two.
"Oh, I see what's going on here…" Maddie mockingly spoke, shaking her head. "So you two are having each other's back? Huh?"
The two kept quiet.
"I see it now!" She muttered. "You two are just… I'm so done with you!"
"Maddie don't take this the wrong way…" Ingrid spoke up. Madison however shrugged at her and went for her own beddings. She grabbed her duvet and turned to the door. Firmly pressing on the door lock tech thingy, Ingrid continued. "Where are you going?"
"It doesn't concern you!" Madison replied, rudely of course. The door clicked open. "Good night."
"Maddie don't go!" Freya called her from the top of her bed, while Ingrid held onto her arm tightly.
"Let me go!" Madison growled as she pushed Ingrid away and she bumped on the table behind her and fell on the floor. She hissed in pain. Madison turned around and saw her holding onto her belly, eyes filled with shock.
"What did you do!" Freya growled coming down from her bunker to help Ingrid off the floor. "Maddie, what the hell?" She turned to Ingrid who was almost seated on one of the chairs present by the table. "Are you okay?" She afforded a nod, grinning her teeth in a fade of pain.
"Ingrid I'm sorry…" Madison apologized as she approached the two. Her one hand covered her mouth in agape. "I'm so sorry…"
"Just go!" Freya snapped. "Leave her alone... get out of here! What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry guys…" Her voice was heavy.
"Madison, would you just leave?" Ingrid told her, holding her belly. "You're too angry to be around us right now."
Sighing regretfully, Madison turned and headed for the door once again. She still had in her hands her beddings. She closed the door when she was out.
"Are you okay? Is everything okay with the baby?" Freya asked as she sat next to Ingrid, who afforded a convincing nod. "I'm so sorry for what she did…" She apologized. "Do you need your medicine?"
"No," Ingrid chuckled. "Freya, really… I'm okay." She gulped.
"Okay?" Freya smirked as she brushed back Ingrid's loose hairs.
"What is wrong with our boyfriend and girlfriend?" Ingrid asked as she tucked her hands between her legs.
"I don't know… today is just a messed up day." Freya laughed softly.
"Are you really okay breaking up with her?"
"Yes." Freya nodded. "I know it's the right thing to do. If she won't appreciate me and try to build our relationship, the same way that I don't feel the same about her since I started feeling something for you then, I guess we all know we mustn't be wasting each other's time."
"I'm proud of you girl. You're bold." Ingrid mumbled. Freya chuckled. Ingrid laughed later on.
"I'm so exhausted." Ingrid yawned. "Could we go to sleep?"
"I suppose so…" Freya answered as she got on her feet. She helped Ingrid get to the lower bunker of her bed before she jumped to the top bunker.
Ingrid finessed herself on her bed and prayed before she turned to her side.
"Freya…"
"Yeah?"
"Do you really believe that Ayden is just using me?
"Why are you asking?"
"Would you just answer me?"
"Umm… yes… I'm sorry but that's the truth…"
"I'm confused, Freya. I don't know what to believe right now… earlier on when we were kissing in the washrooms, I felt like you were telling the truth. I don't know how but it felt different today Freya. He was just enjoying my body… and it scared me. What if he doesn't love me anymore?" Freya remained quiet. With a heavy voice, she continued. "He didn't even say goodbye to me or something. I feel so alone…"
"But Ingrid, you're not alone…"
"I am Freya, I am. Ethan's not here, I'm starting to have second thoughts about Ayden and—"
"And I'm here for you… you're not alone."
Ingrid kept quiet as Freya's statement got the best of her. Freya climbed down from her bed and looked at Ingrid worriedly. Ingrid looked like a lost lamb who was out looking for some help, for someone who would notice her distress and come to her rescue. Her eyes were heavy with red, seeming to have been too emotional today. Freya herself wasn't in perfect shape. However short the time was with Madison's fiasco, it was enough to sadden her up. Two girls, different stories but one objective. To be there for each other.
"Would you mind making a room for me?" She asked.
"Okay?" Ingrid answered as she chuckled. She slid over and Freya got in and tucked herself. Her strawberry fragrance hit Ingrid and she could only help but breathe her in further. They lay on their sides so that they were looking at each other.
"Wow... you smell nice," Ingrid commented. "Where'd you get your cologne?"
"Um, from your mother's company. It's a big thing back in Idaho."
"I think I should be paying attention to her then." Ingrid afforded a chuckle as she brushed back her loose hair behind her ear.
"Maybe you should," Freya responded sarcastically. Some silence intervened. "Ingrid, I want you to make a promise. Can you?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Promise me that," Freya said as her hand slid over to Ingrid's belly. She caressed her belly from above her T-shirt, not skin to skin. "Promise me you're never going to do anything that will put the baby or you in danger. Promise me that you will not die." Ingrid chuckled. "Stop laughing I'm serious. Promise me that you're going to do all this… please."
Ingrid looked at her and gave her an assuring nod. "I promise Freya. Cross my heart and hope to die…"
"No dying…" Freya teased her.
Ingrid laughed out softly before she bit her lips. Her green eyes scoured Freya's lovely face and stopped into her attractive cat eyes. Her brows were sleek as dense well-spaced eyelashes were like a cherry on top of a cake.
"Wow, your eyes are so pretty… how come I've never told you that," Ingrid told her, smiling.
Freya brushed Ingrid's hair back her ear once again and looked at her, as her lilac eyes danced around. "You're so pretty… how come I've never told you that before."
Ingrid's cheeks turned red as she blushed. She bit her tongue as her eyes drifted to Freya's lips.
"What are you thinking right now?" Freya asked.
"Um… I'm thinking about kissing you." Ingrid answered, embarrassed.
"Really?" Freya asked.
"Yeah. Can I kiss you?" Ingrid asked.
Freya looked at Ingrid, as confused as she could be. Was she being sincere? She nodded happily as she moved away from her hanging plaited row.
Before she could decide otherwise, in a maneuver to make her mind think otherwise, Ingrid had her hand on Freya's cheek, cupping it lovingly as a surge of a tide of warmth wanted to leave her lips to meet Freya's desperately awaiting parted lips. With an intentional swift brush on her lips, Ingrid's hand slid to the back of Freya's head and pulled her closer. When she lay her mouth on her mouth and closed it to signal the kiss, she felt a wild and strange yearning that she had been wanting fully satisfied with this one little moment. When she pulled away after that one kiss, she saw her smiling, and she bit her lips in response.
"Why'd you kiss me?" Freya asked. Her breathing was calmer now, and her eyes were glowing with content. Her cheeks were red, tinted with a blush.
"Because…" she started, "I'm starting to have second thoughts about you."