Chapter 9
She was going to kill Bobbi.
How dare she- her own best friend- trapping her in a closet.
With her ex.
She should've seen it coming, Ward was acting far too suspicious earlier.
'Lets go do this hallway' 'I'm not acting suspicious!'
'Why don't you trust me?'
She looked over to the British girl standing in the corner, watching her mumble to herself, unsure of what to say. She wanted to reach out, hold her close and comfort her, but she restrained herself.
'Damn her and her cuteness' she thought, leaning back and sliding against the door. She wrapped her arms around her knees and looked up, squinting as she tried to stare at the roof behind the light.
"You're gonna go blind one day." The other girl finally spoke, glancing away the second Skye looked back at her. She sighed, choosing not to reply.
"Do you mind telling me why we are trapped in the closet?" Jemma asked, still looking at the cleaning supplies on the shelves.
"Ward tricked me and I don't know why you're here." 'Come to think of it this reminds me of the time we did this to Bobbi and Kara...'
They both made eye contact for the first time, groaning when they realized what had happened. Jemma sat down, almost directly across from her and covering her face with her hands.
"I got a chemistry test today." The British girl said, her voice sounding worried.
"Why do you sound worry about it? You're the smartest person in the state. Probably the country." Skye rubbed her leg, wondering when was the last time she took her medicine.
"I haven't been studying lately. Or getting sleep. Or much of anything." Simmons admitted, twiddling her thumbs. "Are you okay?" She then asked, seeing a pained look stretch across Skye's face.
"I'm fine," The taller girl took a deep breath. "I was thinking about going by my first name again."
"Oh?"
"It used to feel so weird going by Daisy, but now I kinda miss it. Like sometimes I forget that it's my actual name in the first place." Skye mumbled out the last part, staring at the ground.
"What made you go by Skye instead?"
She never told anyone why she started going by Skye. Not even her parents knew the entire reason. It was something she always kept to herself, vowing that she'd never tell anyone. She hesitated, not sure what to say next.
"I, uh..." She felt Jemma place a hand on top of hers, giving her a look that said she didn't have to tell her.
But she knew she had to tell her.
She just had too.
"When I was a baby, my parents couldn't take care of me. I spent the first six years of my life in an orphanage, waiting for them to come back. They didn't tell them anything about me, not where I was born, not my name. They just left me." She took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in her leg.
"There was a girl there, Natasha, I think, who started calling me Skye because I was always looking up. When my parents came back, I refused to be called Daisy. It really made my dad mad, it still makes him mad. Lately I've been wondering if I was going by Skye for me or if I'm just going by it to piss him off."
Jemma didn't say anything for awhile, which made Skye a little worried.
"Skye, it doesn't matter which name you go by because your name doesn't do anything except give people something to call you by. Your name doesn't change who you are. The real question is what do you want to go by? And whichever one you chose doesn't matter to me because I'm too lazy to remember to start calling you Daisy. You'll always be Skye to me." Jemma turned and looked her in the eyes. "Always."
She wasn't sure when either of them started leaning in, or when they started kissing, or even when the door to the closet opened. She was just happy that the moment was theirs.
They pulled apart when the door abruptly closed, reminding them that they were still in school, they were still trapped in a closet, and they were still broken up.
"Nice to know you're talking! We'll be back in ten minutes!" Kara yelled over Bobbi's laugh, footsteps retreating away.
They looked at each other and quickly looked away, both of them hiding the blush that was on their faces.
"I'm sorry-"
"I didn't-"
They both paused, not really sure what to say next. What was there to say?
"I, I made a mistake. When I broke up with you. Lately that's the one thing that's been going through my mind."
"Tell me about it."
"And when I saw you with Ward," Jemma continued, ignoring Skye's last comment. "I got jealous. I was angry at him for being near you, angry at William for pointing it out, angry at myself for letting you go. The more I thought about it the more I realized I didn't have the right to be mad at anyone but myself."
"Why did you break up with me? I spent a week trying to figure out what went wrong. It was like one second we were fine and then next thing I know you're breaking with me."
"A lot of things contributed to why I broke up with you. The whole secret thing with Raina, my dad, pressure. I couldn't think straight. It was like everything at once resurfaced in my mind and I couldn't take it. I'm sorry. For everything."
The British girl wrapped her arms around herself, shivering like she was cold. Skye bit her lip and pulled Jemma closer.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I, um, heard body heat is a great way to warm up." She smiled down at the smaller girl, who laughed and cuddled closer.
"I missed you so much."
"And I missed you."