Page 32 of Distortion
‘Yes, Captain?’
I roll my eyes at the names they’re supposed to call us. I’m the Captain, Mav is the Commodore, and Shade is the Admiral. It’s all a bunch of horseshit if you ask me, but I’ll play along.
‘You saw the girl who came through?’
‘The retard?’
My lip curls at the name Shade told them to call Daisy. I don’t like it, but I wasn’t asked about that either.
‘Yeah. Where’d she go?’
All of them have been told they need to keep tabs on her and be able to tell us exactly where she is whenever we ask.
‘To her room, Captain,’ Matthews states. ‘I followed her up there myself.’
I feelsomethingabout her being followed around by these little asshole pledges, too, but I push that shit far down, not even attempting to examine it.
At best, she’s a liability and, at worst, an enemy. I can’t afford to feel anything but animosity, and I certainly can’t give her any quarter.
‘Did you go inside her room?’
‘No, sir. The Admiral said her room is off limits.’
‘Good. Get back to your cleaning, pledge. I wanna see my reflection in that countertop tomorrow. And next time you see her ... make her cry.’
‘Yes, Captain!’
I leave them to it, rolling my eyes again as I ascend the steps to the top of the house. I go to my room across the hall from hers and I pause, listening for anything. The bathroom is empty and I can see the light from under her door.
No time like the present to start messing with her, I guess.
I rap lightly.
Nothing.
I knock a little louder, but she still doesn’t come to the door.
My eyes narrow at the knob. Should I try it?
No, that won’t help with the trust thing. Besides. I grin darkly. I don’t have to be in her room to see what she’s up to.
I flick on the light and close the door before opening mylaptop. I pull up the cameras and find her room. I’m weirdly excited, wondering what she’s doing in there. A naughty little thought comes up, unbidden. Maybe she is playing with those pert nipples I saw before while she thinks about how she watched me get my dick sucked.
I let out a dry laugh. Yeah, right! She’s probably in there studying or organizing her sock drawer. She looks like the type to keep every little thing arranged to within an inch of its life.
I bring up the feed to her room and smirk. She’s sitting at the desk studying just like I thought.
She’s still dressed in that see-through shirt with the black tank top underneath, and she’s staring down at something in her hand. I squint at the screen, but the quality isn’t good enough to see what it is. Her expression looks serious. She’s not moving.
I leave the cams on her as I get up and grab my towel to go take a shower.
The water is hot, and I spend a good twenty minutes letting the jets pummel my shoulders before I get out, wrap my towel around my waist, and go back to my room. I find her still in the same spot, only now she’s staring at the wall.
What is this girl’s deal?
Taking out my phone, I message the pledges to get me a sandwich from the place down the road as I watch her. Then, I minimize the window and pull up some of the finance projection stuff I promised Shade I’d finish this week.
Some pledge named Marcosi brings me my dinner, and I eat it while I work. I’m meticulous as I go through spreadsheet after spreadsheet, making sure all the numbers tally properly. My major is in chem, but I’ve always been good with numbers, too.
