Chapter 11
From:The"Hacktivist"
Freaking Bobbi left early :/
To: The"Hacktivist"
Is that a bad thing?
From: The"Hacktivist"
She was my ride
Jemma laughed, typing in a text before being shoved onto the floor.
"Where is Bobbi?"
"Nice to see you to Lance. She left earlier."
"Where?"
"I don't know." 'I also don't care' She thought, getting up and trying to move past him. She wasn't in the mood to talk to his stalker ass.
She paused for a second, 'Did I really just call him a ass?'
"Where is she?!" He yelled. She should honestly be more worried, but her mind was kind of in a daze.
"Let her go!" Hunter was shoved onto the ground, and she found herself staring at Grant Ward. Even though now she knows that the relationship was fake, she hasn't really talked to him.
"Of course you got a Hydra Goon to come protect you." Hunter spat, getting up and throwing a punch at Ward. He easily dodged it, shoving Hunter down again before pulling Simmons down the hall.
"You okay?" He asked, letting go of her when they were far away enough.
She didn't bother answering his question. "Why'd you stop him?"
"I don't think Daisy would have been to happy with me if I saw what was going on and didn't even bother to try stopping it." He replied with a deep laugh, looking down the hall to make sure Hunter wasn't coming after them.
"That's true, she's probably gonna be mad either way though." Jemma joked, thinking of the time when the same thing happened with Fitz instead of Ward.
"Right? There's no pleasing that girl."
Ward and her can be friend, she decides.
"Anyways, I was actually sent to find you. Daisy is waiting right down there." He points, patting her on the back before walking off. She smiled before skipping in the direction he pointed to, finding Daisy without a problem.
"Hello Skye! Splendid day we are having?" Daisy looked up with a terrified expression.
"Who are you and what have you done with Jemma?" She said slowly, scooting away.
"Not a day goes by I don't ask myself the same question." That got the taller girl to laugh.
"Help me up?" The British girl took Daisy's hand and pulled her up.
"How's the name change thing going?"
"Weird, sometimes I forget to respond to Daisy. It doesn't help that you're still calling me Skye." She teased, walking beside the British girl.
"Get over it, I'm not gonna call you Daisy anytime soon."
"Why not?"
"You seem more like a Skye to me." Daisy rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, I was thinking that we should go get ice cream."
"Is this a date?"
"Nope, just friends getting ice cream."
"Oh. Yeah, sure." Jemma tried to not sound too disappointed at that. Daisy still gave her a strange look, but she just smiled and continued walking.
"So are we going to one of our houses first or...?"
"Nah, I figured we just go there first. I don't feel like dealing with my dad today. He keeps gloating about the fact that I changed my name."
"Yeah I bet he's happy. At least he won't throw tantrums about it anymore."
"I'm gonna miss those. Seeing him get all red and...vainy."
"Vainy is not a word."
"Who cares?" They laughed as they exited the school.
"At least he won't break any thing. Remember when he dented the hood of his car?"
"Ha! He tried for weeks to fix that." Daisy stopped suddenly, staring at something in the distance. "Is that Coach May and Coulson?"
Jemma looked to where Daisy was pointing, noticing the closeness of the two faculty members. "Are they kissing?" Jemma questioned, laughing when Daisy took out her phone and snapped a picture.
"Blackmail material!" The taller girl sang out, getting smacked in the arm.
"No blackmailing teacher, Skye! That's just wrong."
"But Jemma!" Daisy stamped her foot, pretending to be upset about it. The British girl laughed and playfully shoved her.
It felt normal between them like, like the last few weeks never happened at all.
But the last few weeks did happen, Jemma reminded herself. She hadn't noticed that her pace slowed down.
"Jemma? Are you okay?" Daisy stopped and waited for the British girl to catch up. The taller girl noticed that Jemma hadn't snapped out of her daze, as if something was really bothering her. "Jemma!" She placed her hands on the British girls shoulders, shaking her.
"What?" Jemma still wasn't out of her daze. Daisy rolled her eyes and leaned in, softly brushing her lips against Jemma's.
Nothing. She was still trapped.
"I'd say I give up but I remember promising you that I would never do that." Daisy mumbled, taking Jemma's hand and dragging her to the ice cream shop.
"Hi yeah, we want a strawberry and a cherry come. Thank you!" She practically threw the money at the cashier before shoving Jemma into a chair. She went back to the counter and took the two cones, sitting in front of the British girl and eating her ice cream while waiting for her to take hers.
"Where are we?" Jemma asked, suddenly snapping out of whatever she was stuck in.
"Ice cream."
"Oh. Right. Did you get me strawberry?" Jemma asked, noticing the cone in front of her.
"Yeah, it's still your favorite right?"
The look on Daisy's face made Jemma shake her head yes, even though when they broke- when she dumped- she paused again, making the American girl groan.
"Not again! Jemma!" Daisy groaned.
"Yes! I love strawberry!" That was a lie, her real favorite flavor was cake batter, but when they had their first date the shop was out of it. Ever since then she always got strawberry when Daisy took her to get ice cream.
When "they" splitted up, she went back to eating cake batter ice cream.
And boy did she miss that flavor.
"Okay..." Daisy gave her a weird look and smiled, happily finishing the rest of her ice cream. "So why did you keep zoning out?"
"Bad memories. They're gone now."