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Egghead: Not your fault.
Jelly Fish: What are you going to do?
Egghead: There is nothing to do. Like I said, he’s being slick, and I don’t wanna bust up my parents’ marriage on a hunch. You know what I mean?
Jelly Fish: I do, and you did the right thing not telling your dad about the scout. If he’s going to be an idiot about it, he doesn’t deserve to know everything about you.
Egghead: Thanks. We should go to bed, it’s getting late.
Jelly Fish: You’re right.
Egghead: Ready for your joke?
This was another tradition he began to help me forget where I was. Moose would end our conversation with some joke he heard during the day.
I found the gesture really sweet.
Jelly Fish: Yes!
Egghead: I’m changing my name to Benefits on Facebook. Next time someone adds me, it will say you’re now friends with Benefits.
I bit my lip to not laugh out loud. Compared to some of the raunchier jokes he told me, this one was actually quite tame, but it still made me chuckle.
Jelly Fish: Good night, Egghead. Talk to you tomorrow.
Egghead: Good night, Jelly Fish. Be safe.
Jelly Fish: Will do.
I hid the phone and closed my eyes to calm myself long enough to get some sleep. Regrettably, my brain had other ideas.
I missed my sister and my parents. If I were to be honest with myself, I’d admit that I also missed my egghead.
He may be a buffoon, but he was MY buffoon. He made me laugh when things were so bleak, I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. When I crawled into my cell in terrible pain, he’d send me videos of dancing kitties that made me smile.
“Fuck.” I got up and practiced my fighting stances to burn off the adrenaline going haywire in my brain.
Although instructors at the Academy had seen a significant improvement in my fighting skills in the past couple of months, it hadn’t been enough to please my insane team leader.
Hayes repeatedly humiliated me in front of the others by saying my punch wasn’t strong or firm enough, my balance was wrong, and my kicks were a joke. Unsurprisingly, it was my team leader’s face I saw when I threw a punch.
When a familiar step walked toward my cell, I halted what I was doing and said, “I know you’re there. You can come out now. It doesn’t suit your position to lurk around in the dark.”
“I wasn’t aware I was lurking,” Ghost replied.
The salt and pepper man talking to me was an elite warrior, who retired after he was injured during the Serbian conflict.
He was a senior instructor at the academy, and his group of initiates were extremely well trained and disciplined. Many of them became soldiers and warriors, some even joined the elites.
I met him for the first time on my third night at the Academy when he caught me practicing in the middle of the night.
I thought for sure I was screwed when I was called into the Academy’s head office the next day, but as it was, the rector needed a hand with her computer and heard that I knew a thing or two about it.
After that, Ghost would watch me practice every night before quietly leaving the same way he came.
He also looked on stoically when Hayes taunted me until I lost my cool and attacked him.
The bastard had ripped up the only image I had of Audrey, and I went berserk. I got in two good punches to his face before he sent me to the infirmary.
