Escape[7]

                                    

                                          
¤ Chapter 7 
                          
Italics = Grounder Tongue 
                          
Escape
                          
Miller was left in charge of watching us as Bellamy was away to do something. Miller was currently sitting on a crate next Lincoln hunched over.
                          
"I spy with my little eye something grey and dusty," I tell Lincoln. We've been playing for about an hour already after I suggested it. Miller gave up trying to ask what we were saying about 10 minutes into the game. I asked if he wanted to play but he just gave me a confused look. I shrugged at him before I went back to playing.
                          
"The ground," Lincoln replied dryly. I groaned and flipped my hair away from my face.
                          
"How are you so good at this?" I mumble to him.
                          
"Were in a small area, there is not much to point out," he explains while rolling his eyes annoyed. 
                          
"I spy with my little eye a person who is being a dick," grumble while eyeing him. Lincoln rolls his eyes again knowing that I was talking to him. You can't blame me from being bored. I huffed boredly and rolled my weight to the heal of my feat. A creaking noise comes from the ground underneath my feat as it echoed. I smirk down at my feat before lookig up at a narrowed eyes Lincoln.
                          
"Don-" the creaking noise cuts him off as I rolled my weight on my toes." Don't-" Lincoln tried to stop me again but I roll on my heal again. I went a little faster as Lincoln glared at me," Stop it," he demanded. I stopped allowing for Miller and Lincoln to sigh in relief. A few seconds later I started up again making them groan annoyed.
                          
"Miller, Roma's parents are waiting on the radio!" A voice calls out from the hatch. Miller lets out a sigh of relied and stand up.
                          
"Thank god," he mutters as he lowers himself down the ladder. A few minutes later Octavia's head pops out as she climbs up.
                          
"I don't have much time," she said as she pulls out a canteen and walks up to Lincoln. She puts it up to his lips and tilts it upwards. Lincoln takes a small sip before Octavia takes it back. Octavia wipes away the water from his chin while they stare at each other intensly. I could practicly feel the sexual tension between them and I have to say I don't enjoy it. 
                          
"I'm sorry I couldn't be up here since it happened," she tells us while she turns around and walks up to me. Octavia lifts the canteen to my dry lips and tilts it upwards. The cold water dances around my dry mouth giving it moisture. I close my eyes briefly before swallowing it, feeling the cold water down my throat and into my stomach. 
                          
"My brother wouldn't allow me up here," she continues while giving Lincoln another sip." As you can tell he's pretry much a dick," her comment makes me chuckle lightly while Lincoln's lip twitch upwards. I watch her eyes light up as she give me another sip." So you can understand me". 
                          
"You brother is a dick," I tell her, my voice less scratchy. Octavia laughs lightly at my comment. She expected for me to say more but all I do is look over her shoulder and at the wall.
                          
"That's it? That's all your going to say?" She questions while maming her way back to Lincoln.
                          
"It's not safe for us to talk," Lincoln breaths out to her.