The Energy Room (The Elementum Trilogy) (6 page)

Nadia remained silently pensive, tapping her chin as she immersed herself in deep thought. I could tell that she was hopeful, more than anything, that Al was somehow connected to us. She had the most to gain, if he was. Maybe he would have some idea how to release her from the containment of the Room. Even though her coma was medical, perhaps he would have some sort of miracle idea for a cure.

“There isn’t any way you can talk to him about it? Or get into his mind?” Nadia asked, already knowing the answer.

“
All of The Facility is bugged. If he
is
connected, and anyone found out… I don’t even know what they would do to him, but it would probably hurt a lot. And my cuffs would kill me if I clouded over long enough to see anything useful,” I explained hopelessly.

“
There has got to be some way,” Nadia said exhaustedly, flopping back onto her sofa, nearly whacking Bryant in the face in doing so.

“
I am with Bryant on this. I don’t trust him. I think you should keep as much a distance from him as possible,” Joseph added thoughtfully.

“
He’s my new therapist, it’s not like I can really avoid seeing him. What do you think?” I asked, turning to face Lakin.

“
I think you’re looking too much into it, like you do with most things. Remember when you were convinced that the Helmsworth guy was an alien, and it turned out he just had eczema? I think you should just let things be,” Lakin said honestly.

I nodded in false agreement. Meeting eyes with Nadia, I tried to silently assure her that I wouldn’t ‘just let things be’. Either she understood, or she thought I was constipated. I was absolutely certain something fishy was going on, and not just because the next day was Fish Fingers and Custard day in Caf 1. There was something strange about Al, and I was determined to figure out what that ‘something’ was.

I awoke to the sound of loud knocking at my door, feeling far less rested than usual. The discussion in the Energy Room had not gone at all like I’d imagined. Lakin had suggested I was just being paranoid, and that I ought to let things be. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from getting to the bottom of things; if there was even a thing to get to the bottom of.

I dragged myself groggily out of bed, not bothering to check my appearance in the mirror. I pulled my face up to the peephole to find Eric fidgeting nervously, a bouquet of blue flowers in his sweaty palms. I swung the door open with a yawn, to be greeted by a look of surprise.

“Were you still sleeping?” Eric prodded, shutting the door behind him before following me into the minuscule living room.

I glanced at the microwave clock, emitting a small snort of laughter.

“It’s only eleven, Eric. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” I asked, collapsing onto the soft, white sofa.

“
Er, I stopped by the greenhouse and got these for you. I know blue is your favorite,” Eric said timidly, jutting out his hand with the flowers.

I suppressed the impulse to laugh, projecting a sweet smile instead.

“That’s, uh… nice. Thanks,” I said, taking the flowers to the kitchen.

I had never been given flowers before, and wasn’t entirely sure that I possessed anything to designate as their home. I opened and slammed cupboards until, lo and behold, I found a single dusty, glass vase with a small chip missing from the upper rim. I had no idea where it came from, but it would certainly do. I filled the vase to the brim, water sloshing over the sides as I dropped in the unnamed flora. I had no knowledge whatsoever of flowers, except that they needed water, but they really were quite lovely. I stared at the vase for a moment, watching the water carve small streams through the dust. Flowers. This boy brought me flowers because he cared about me, and thought I cared about him in the same way. My heart sank a little as I decided I would have to tell Eric that I wouldn’t be able to see him the way he wanted me to. Of all the things that crowded my mind in The Facility, I never thought a boy would be one of them.

I looked up to see Eric sitting anxiously on the very edge of the sofa, bringing a whispered laugh to my lips. After setting the vase on the counter, I returned to the living room, making sure to sit an acceptable distance from my apparent suitor.

“
Eric, we need to talk,” I began hesitantly, searching for the words that would be the least painful.

“
I know. I want to apologize for the way I acted yesterday. Around Al, I mean. I was kind of being an idiot all day,” Eric said, looking down in embarrassment.

“
What? Oh, that’s… that’s alright,” I said softly, patting Eric on the back like I had done many times before when he was upset.

“
It’s not, though. It was immature, and I don’t want you to think you’re dating an idiot,” Eric said, looking to me brightly.

I twitched a little at that word—
dating.
Eric didn’t seem to notice, he just continued to stare at me with adoring eyes. I had seen those eyes before; from Lakin every night of my life, and I knew those were the same eyes Lakin saw when he looked at me. I imagined the person I cared so greatly for, telling me that he couldn’t return the feelings. My heart almost imploded just at the thought of it. I sighed in defeat, knowing I wouldn’t be able to cause Eric that kind of pain. Even if I didn’t love him in the same way, I did love him. I was physically incapable of knowingly hurting him.

“
I know you’re not an idiot,” I said, doing my best to display a reassuring smile.

“
So, we’re okay?” Eric asked happily.

“
Yes,” I laughed, “we’re okay.”

“
Great!” Eric exclaimed, drumming his hands on his knees in delight.

“
Let’s go get some food,” I chuckled, shaking my head as I pushed myself up from the couch.

I was taken aback by Eric’s grasp on my arm, just above the Electro-Cuffs that I hated so much. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I turned to look at him, but I was not met by words of explanation. Before I could even begin to understand what was happening, I felt a pair of chapped lips placed awkwardly against my chin. I lurched backward, eyes wide in shock.

“Sorry, that’s… that’s not how that was supposed to go,” Eric said, mortified.

As the incident fully set in to my mind, I started laughing uncontrollably. Eric had just made out with my chin. I knew Lakin would be upset, but I thought it was absolutely hilarious. I stifled my chortling when I noticed how red Eric’s cheeks had become. His look of embarrassment was quickly turning to one of determination. His eyes narrowed as he pulled me close. An unexpected feeling of safeness fell over me as he went in for a redo, this time meeting my lips with his. My hands fell on his shoulders, which I had never noticed were so broad.

As the kiss ended, I made no effort to remove myself from Eric’s commanding arms. I remained in his clutches, staring into eyes I definitely should not have been staring into. Those were not Lakin’s eyes, and my utter contentment with that was terrifying.

Finally, I staggered backward a bit, still in a silent shock. Thoughts began slicing a race track through my mind. There was no excuse for kissing Eric. Lakin had issued a simple, reasonable request; don’t get too close. I hadn’t planned on challenging that request, but I had—most definitely—gotten too close.

Flabbergasted, I gazed at the man standing a few feet before me. Within moments, Eric had transformed from a lanky kid I had never seen as more than a close friend, into a divine, masculine being I barely recognized. It seemed that growing up with the boy had prevented me from noticing when he became a man.

“
I, um… I’m going to… food?” My words regurgitated from my mouth in lagging pieces, as I inched backward toward my bedroom.

“
Yeah,” Eric said tensely, showing a hint of the awkward boy I knew so well.

“
I’m… clothes… hang on,” I slurred, reaching my doorway at last.

After nervously slamming my door shut, I began pacing the bedroom as if my life depended on wearing a path into the carpet. I frantically pulled at my hair and gritted my teeth, trying to bring any sort of reason to what had just happened. Finally, I paused in front of the mirror to see the messy-haired monster staring back at me. Its eyes were watery, and its lips were pursed tight with bitter judgment. I slumped onto my disheveled bed, head falling into my hands. My thoughts battled from Lakin to Eric, and back. There was no way to get out of the situation without at least one person I cared for hating me.

“Are you okay in there, Angie?” Eric called from the living room.

I wondered how long I had been quietly drowning in self-loathing.

“Yeah! Be out in a sec!” I answered hurriedly.

Attempting to pull myself back together, I threw on a shirt that smelled relatively clean, and a pair of jeans. I shoveled my hair back into its usual, messy bun, and cleared away all signs of watery detest that had leaked from my eyeballs. Oxygen fell all the way to the bottom of my lungs, as I struggled to release my feelings of discomfort through a long, swooshing exhale.

Opening my bedroom door to Eric’s friendly face immediately melted away my anxiety. I didn’t know how I would deal with the situation, but I felt no need to continue dwelling on it at that point in time. I would do what I often did; nothing. At least until I absolutely
had
to do something.

Eric offered me his elbow, and I graciously accepted. We walked through the hall toward the elevator, arms intertwined and grinning like gleeful children going to the playground. We didn’t speak, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable like I had expected it to be. The atmosphere didn’t feel too terribly different from any other time we had gotten lunch together.

The feeling of familiarity and comfort was immediately robbed from us, as the elevator doors opened to reveal Al’s chiseled face.

“
Oh, hi! Am I interrupting something?” Al asked casually.

“
Actually—” Eric began.

“
We’re just going to get some lunch,” I butted in.

The jerk Eric had apologized for being the day before returned with a sideways glance and half-hearted scowl. Al caught on to Eric’s sudden shift in attitude, and took it upon himself to relieve the tension.

“I won’t keep you, then. Angie, would you mind showing me around the rest of the building later? Whenever you’re available, that is?” Al asked politely, ushering us past him into the lift.

“
Sure, uh… do you want to ride back down to your floor with us?” I asked.

“
No, no, no. That’s alright. I’ll take the next one,” Al said with a slick grin as the doors closed between us.

The feeling of comfort had all but disappeared, while Eric stood rigidly beside me. I shook my head at myself, running over in my mind the cobweb of drama I had unintentionally weaved. Lakin was upset about Eric. Eric was upset about Al. Al, well… Al wasn’t upset about anything, but I was upset about everything.

Neither of us uttered a word as we made our way through the food queue in Caf 1. I glanced around at the various scientists who were enjoying a midday snack or cup of coffee. Some sat alone, surrounded by piles of paperwork, while others chatted merrily in groups about who-knows-what.

“
Good morning, Angie!” Paula called from behind a mound of sausage links, her hairnet gradually migrating down to her eyebrows.

“
It’s about noon, isn’t it, Paula?” I asked, letting a few pancakes fall onto my plate with a muffled thud.

“
Morning for you, though.” she winked. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, what kind of cake do you want for your birthday?”

I was stunned that I had managed to forget my own birthday was coming up. I would be turning eighteen in just a couple of weeks, not that it made any sort of difference inside The Facility. Cake was the only real reason to look forward to birthdays. Paula was a Molecular Gastronomist, but was rarely able to share her amazing talents. Birthdays were among the few rare occasions when she could really shine. For my seventeenth birthday, she had made a chocolate and winter-mint cake; each bite emitted a puff of fog from your mouth—it was freakin’ magical.

“Surprise me!” I exclaimed, knowing whatever she’d decide to make would be absolutely amazing.

“
You bet I will,” Paula said happily.

After an enjoyable exchange with the chef, I had almost forgotten that Eric was acting like a jerkwad. I followed him silently to a table at the back of the room. As we sat across from each other, I was able to see a stressed look on his face. He looked like a child who had just been mugged of his scooter by the neighborhood bully.

“Are you just going to fume for the rest of the day?” I asked blatantly, taking a bite of pancakes, which had been massacred with syrup.

“
No.” Eric was quick to respond.

“
Good,” I said through a mouthful of deliciousness.

“
Why was Al going to your apartment?” Eric asked accusingly.

“
Gee, I don’t know
. He did ask if I would show him around later. Perhaps he was hoping I would be free to do it now. He’s also my therapist, so maybe he just wanted to poke at my brain with a stick,” I said. I was a bit ashamed of my minor air of snobbery, but didn’t care enough to apologize.

“
None of your other therapists made house calls,” Eric murmured in a low tone.

“
They most certainly did! It just didn’t bother you, because they were all old and furry. What, exactly, is your problem with Al?” I questioned, dropping my fork with a clink.

“
I already told you. It’s obvious that the only reason they brought him here is for you to fall for him. You sure seemed quick to trust him.” Eric grimaced, arms crossed.

“
Just because I’m being nice to him doesn’t mean I trust him. Honestly, Eric, listen to yourself. You’re acting like a… like a jealous little… like a jealous little hamster!” I said, rolling my eyes at myself for desperately latching onto the first words I could think of.

“
A jealous little hamster? What does that even mean?” Eric asked, one eyebrow raised.

“
I... I don’t kn—The point is that you’re jealous, and of my shrink none-the-less. It’s completely ridiculous,” I concluded, returning to my pancakes.

Eric stared blankly at me for a moment, before rising to his feet. He said nothing as he picked up his plate of uneaten food, and made his way toward the door.

“I guess I’ll see you later, then,” I called, but received no response.

I finished my food in lonely silence, reconsidering the abnormal feelings of attraction toward Eric that I had experienced earlier. I deduced that receiving my first conscious kiss had sent my hormones into a frenzy, and had confused me into believing the boy who had been standing in front of me was some sort of gorgeous, mature god. I convinced myself that I would not be making that mistake again, as I walked the remainder of my plate to the compost bin.