Misplaced

Chapter 6

I'm sitting at a table in the cafeteria with Blake sitting opposite of me. We didn't talk to each other. I studied the cafeteria looking everywhere. When I was done with my inspection I turned to find him staring at me. He didn't say anything just kept staring. It wasn't just staring. It looked more like observing.
Dr. Case used to do that a lot. He would ask me to write something on a piece of paper, anything. While I was doing that he would stare at me the whole time like trying to decipher some encrypted code. He was trying to figure out which twin I was. I learned how to ignore it and pretend as if he wasn't there. After all that practice I got good at it sometimes. I would even get surprised when he spoke up because I almost forgot he was in the same room as me. I would never forget completely though.
Blake's stare is different. It looks like was trying to find something unlike Dr. Case's stare, he would try to see if I did anything considered bad or evil. It was as if he was waiting to catch me off guard. I learned to never be off guard. If you're never off guard you'll never be caught off guard.
Kiara walked up to us and sat down next to Blake. She cupped her hands next to his ear and started whispering something I couldn't hear. From Blake's reaction I could tell it wasn't good news. His fists started to clench and unclench in anger. Flashes of rage passed through his eyes. It looked like he wanted to strangle someone.
"Goddammit, how the hell did he even get him to agree?!" He exclaimed.
Kiara just gives a pathetic shrug in response. Blake then stands up, slams his chair into the table and exits the cafeteria.
Kiara then turns to me and says, "We're having a meeting at five in the training room I showed you yesterday." I notice today instead of of the silver paint smudge on her cheek it's a dark blue paint on her cheek.
   After that she stands up and leaves the cafeteria.
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   I left the cafeteria a while ago and now I'm just wandering around in the building. I stare at the ceiling while my feet lead me straight ahead. I count how many blue light bulbs I pass.
   After 16 blue light bulbs I see a faint outline of a shadow to the side of me. Then two hands press against my back and push me to the ground,  I put my arms out so I don't land face first on the ground. I quickly get back on my feet and face the person who pushed me. I see a guy in front of me.
   He wasn't very tall. He was about the same height as me and if he was any taller it wasn't noticeable. His light brown eyes stared at me with disgust.
   "What did you do that for?" I asked him calmly not letting my anger show.
   "I like to play with weak. We both now you're not like us and even if you are you're a sorry excuse of one." He replied, each word coated with venom.
   "I think you need to find someone else then because I'm not weak." I retorted emotionless.
   "Really lets see about that." He pulled his arm back and aimed towards the side of my head.
   I dodged the punch by moving to the side. He tried to hit me again but I ducked out of the way. I could see the frustration building up in him. Then he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me against the wall. He was going to punch me in the stomach. I moved to the right trying to make him believe I was scared of him.
   A satisfying smirk settled on his face. He bought it. I glanced to the left and right of me making him think I was trying to find an escape. He stepped forward blocking any way for me to get out by putting his hands on the side of the wall around me.
   "Not so tough now," he said. 
   He's such a fool, he doesn't even know he got played. His foot is right between my feet. I raise my knee and knee him in the groin hard making him double over. When I set my foot down I stomp on his right foot with as much force I could muster.
   He looks conflicted between which to take care of first. A pleased smirk finds its way on my face.
   "I'm not weak." I growl at him.
   I turn on my heels and walk away heading to the room I slept in last night.
   I find it, open the door and look at the digital clock. It reads 4:46 p.m. in yellow numbers. I sit down on the bed crossed legged waiting for the clock to read 4:57 p.m. So I can head to training room. I spend the time pondering why that guy wanted to hurt him. I'm pretty sure he could have decided to hurt me just because he felt like it. There is a reason though otherwise he wouldn't have implied that that I wasn't one of them. I'm pretty sure I am one of them. But if I'm so sure why do I keep on saying them and not us.