Chapter Nineteen“Ariel!” I shriek. “Why are you pointing a gun at me?”
“Sasha.” She lowers her weapon. “Where did you come from? Why didn’t you knock? You almost made me shoot you.”
In a break from hyperventilating, I take a good look at my friend. Dressed in a standard-issue Army Combat Uniform, Ariel looks ready for a black ops mission.
“Where are you going dressed like that?” I ask, realizing I didn’t even know Ariel kept a gun in our apartment.
Random thoughts flit through my adrenaline-oversaturated brain as I stare at the weapon. What if she or I got pregnant and the hypothetical offspring shot one of its friends with this gun? Or, perhaps slightly more realistically, what if Felix found the gun? It’s all too easy to picture him roleplaying Neo and shooting his foot off. Oh, and
