Clementine:
After my comment was made public and Yorick grabbed the attention for himself, we finished our meal and left the hall. This time I noticed the other crusaders trying to blend in with us, and our squad didn’t really mind. It was actually only the green squad, the three Omega boys, approaching us as we headed for the passage.
"Can we have a moment with you, please?" one of them asked. We all stopped in our tracks and turned to look at them. They walked straight up to Haiden.
"It’ll be quick," said the guy with the black curly hair. He was timid and probably five foot nine, which made my squadmates tower over him as they stood around him in a loose circle. He clutched a small notepad, scribbling on it almost frantically.
"Sure, what is it?" Haiden replied, confused as he glanced at us for help. I guess he hadn’t expected questions aimed only at him.
"When was your sister placed in the north, or how did she end up there?" one of the boys asked. The moment they spoke, I noticed Haiden’s muscles tense.
"Are you trying to be funny?" Haiden snapped, already offended just at the mention of his sister.
The boy shook his head quickly. "No, no, no. I would never offend anyone." He pointed at his chest with a sweet smile. He really did look gentle. "I’m Bodhi. Bodhi Hathaway. He’s Yale Locke."
Bodhi gestured toward the guy with short brown hair and glasses, about the same height as him. Yale gave us a quick smile, flashing his braces.
"And this one, he’s Eben Jerome," Bodhi added, nodding at the blonde with them. Eben was six feet tall but carried himself just as gently as the others.
I could smell the omega scent on them, like I mentioned before. They were extremely nice and kind, which explained a lot. Omegas were usually more well-educated, calm, gentle, and leaned toward good things rather than arrogance or being pricks.
"And what do you want me to do with you guys?" Haiden hissed, still hostile.
"We don’t have to argue. We can all sit down in our room and talk about whatever’s bothering you," I cut in, watching Haiden turn to me, clearly upset. "Just because they mentioned your sister doesn’t mean they’re being sarcastic."
I placed my hand on his chest without thinking. The moment I did, I felt his heartbeat skip. Quickly, I pulled my hand back. When I looked up, he was staring at me so deeply, shaking his head slightly before turning back to Bodhi.
"Sure, we can do that." His tone shifted almost instantly.
Bodhi smiled, and Yale did too, while Eben only kept a blank expression.
"What are you writing?" Ian asked as we started walking toward our room.
"Oh, I’ve been noticing a few things. Some crazy stuff. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve found out," Bodhi explained, tapping his brown leather diary. It had Harry Potter characters drawn on the cover, and I could already tell he was a fan. He even carried those little fancy things only true fans had.
"And you know what? There’s so much shadiness going on. Your sister ending up there, it all points to one thing. Whoever stays there for a certain period of time—"
A loud voice cut him off.
"You!"


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