Chapter Seventeen
A Page from Chloe’s Book
The lunch bell rang and Elle and Chloe walked out of their Spanish class. Elle was happy to see Nero’s face and eyes had calmed down. She walked over to him as Amo started walking toward the cafeteria. Elle reluctantly began walking behind him when Nero didn’t act like he was going to move. I guess he is still pissed.
After a few steps toward the cafeteria, Elle felt Nero’s hand grab hers. She looked over at him and smiled, and then, on her own, she decided to walk closer beside him. She really had missed holding his hand.
When they reached the lunchroom, Amo stopped to wait for them. Once they were in one, big group, Nero spoke.
“So, what do you girls want to eat?”
Elle dropped her hand from Nero’s when Chloe and her eyes met. They didn’t know how to respond.
“It’s either pizza or the same line that’s always been here of chicken patties and hamburgers.” Elle and Chloe both turned their heads to stare at Nero. They had never gotten to pick on taste.
“I don’t care,” Elle got out.
“Yeah, uh, me either.” Chloe looked at the floor.
“Jesus, pick already. I’m fucking starving.” Amo, on the other hand, was still grouchy and tired.
Elle looked at the two lines. Hardly anyone was in the chicken and hamburger line. “Chicken patties sound fine.”
“Who the hell doesn’t choose pizza?” Vincent obviously wasn’t happy with their choice.
“Elle, do you like pizza?” She looked at Nero, remembering what he had told her about lying. She had already made him mad once today, and she’d learned she didn’t like it when he was mad at her.
Elle silently said, “Yes.”
“Chloe, do you eat pizza?” Amo asked that time.
Chloe looked over at Elle, and Elle hoped she understood to tell the truth. She nodded.
“So, why the hell can’t I have pizza?” Vincent clearly wanted some pizza.
“Elle, why did you pick that line?” She looked up at Nero and bit her lip. She really didn’t want to lie to him. Therefore, the only thing she could possibly do was evade the question, and by the looks of their three faces, they weren’t going to let her off.
She decided not to look at their eyes. “We always pick the line that doesn’t have anyone in it.”
“And what happens if the lines are about the same?” She really wished Nero would quit asking her questions.
She felt all their eyes on her, waiting for her answer, except Chloe’s. She was looking at the ground, wringing her hands. She didn’t want them to know anymore than Elle did.
“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Leo had found them and joined in, giving her hope she might not have to answer.
“Shut up, Leo. Answer the fucking question, Elle.” Elle was shocked Amo had been the one to say that. All hope is lost.
Elle decided to take a page from Chloe’s book—she looked at the floor. “If the lines are even, then we pick the line that has the least scary people in it.”
“Jesus Christ.” Elle heard Nero say.
“For fuck’s sake,” Amo chimed in.
“Motherfuckers,” Vincent added.
“Does that mean they don’t want piz—”
“Shut up, Leo!” Nero, Amo, and Vincent all said it at the same time, making Elle and Chloe jump.
“From now on, you fucking eat what you want to. Do you both understand?” Elle nodded her head at Nero. Chloe still didn’t reply.
“Chloe, if you want fucking pizza, you eat fucking pizza, got it?” Amo yelled at her. Chloe didn’t waste any time to nod in understanding.
Elle was ready to move on, so she decided to scurry away to the pizza line, no matter how badly her instincts screamed to go in the other line. Chloe wasted no time following her.
As Elle hurried away, she thought she heard Vincent say, “Let’s fucking kill ‘em.”
Leo ended up being the first one to join them. They were all the way in the back of the line since they were talking while everyone else had gotten in. When the three guys finally joined them, they didn’t look very pleased. I don’t know why they even asked me what I wanted to eat if pizza was clearly the only option.
“No way I’m waiting this fucking long. You know they run out of pizza. Let’s cut,” Amo said.
By the looks of the guys’ faces, they were ready to cut. Elle didn’t feel comfortable about it. “No, that’s wrong. We’re not cutting.” She looked at Nero to make sure he understood.
“Sorry, sweetheart. After what you just told me, I frankly don’t give a shit about right and wrong.” Vincent passed them and yelled “move” to the person ahead of them. She watched Amo join in, making everyone part the line.