Chapter Forty

                                    

                                          
The hand keeps my mouth covered. I squirm around but they keep a tight hold over my mouth and around my wrists. My capturer pulls a string hanging down from the ceiling and a bare lightbulb light the small supply closet. Flynn keeps his hand over my mouth as he turns me to see him.
                          
"What the heck was that for?" I ask. He smiles and looks like this is some joke.
                          
"Well, I needed to talk to you and I can't seem to get your attention any other way," Flynn explains. I roll my eyes.
                          
"Well, you could have just said 'Hey, Celia. Can we talk?' I would have agreed to," I say. His smiles becomes a little smaller but it is still present.
                          
"I'm sorry but that was really fun," he replies. I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
                          
"Why did you need me so bad?" I ask. His smile completely fades away this time.
                          
"Celia, I want to analogize. I should've been honest with you from the beginning," he says.
                          
"You're right. You should have," I mumble. He doesn't seem fazed by my comment.
                          
"But, Celia, you have to understand why I did it," he says. I shake my head and start to walk towards the door. He blocks it and refuses to move.
                          
"Flynn, I have things I need I do," I say.
                          
"See, you are just trying to ignore me," Flynn says. I bite my lip to keep from saying something I would regret. It doesn't work, though.
                          
"Flynn, I honestly feel like I should send you home," I say. He flinches a little but still stands tall with pride.
                          
"Fine, send me home," he says. I stare at him. I regret saying it but my min tells me not to.
                          
"Do you really want to go home?" I ask. He shake his head.
                          
"No, I really don't. But if you feel like this wont work then you should send me home," he says. I shake my head.
                          
"No," I say.
                          
"And why is that?" he asks. I bite my lip and think my next response over carefully.
                          
"Because I have two weeks before I have to send anyone home," I say. A lopsided smile finds its way to his face. He stares at me. I must keep strong, though, to show him that I am the dominant person here.
                          
"But why not go ahead and make the choice now that way you have more time with the other three?" he asks. I shrug.
                          
"Because I don't want to," I say. The rest of his smile finds its way to his face.
                          
"You don't want me to leave," he states. I shake my head.
                          
"I never said that," I say I a weak voice. He raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything.
                          
"Okay, fine. How about a little challenge?" he asks. I raise my eyebrows.
                          
"And what would that be?" I ask.
                          
"I get to stay for the next two weeks but you have to stay away. If you come to me during the next two weeks, you want me to stay. If you don't come, I'll leave on the last night of the two weeks," he explains.
                          
"And what will that prove?" I ask.
                          
"That you do or don't have feeling for me," he says. I nod and hold out my hand.
                          
"It's a deal," I say.
I wrote this on the car ride home from my friends house and I'm super tired so probably not the best chapter... What do y'all thing of that deal, though? Please tell me! Comments and votes are greatly appreciated!
                          
Disclaimer: Kiera Cass owns The Selection, not me.