Ami pressed index and middle finger to temple when she saw who was in the distance. It was like a shock, a surreal little jab at her chest.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph."
What was Sean even doing here? She didn't even remember him being on the bus! And why was he talking like a pirate? Like. He had a thing for pirates. This was obvious. Anyone who knew Sean even a little bit was well aware of how much he loved pirates. Out of all of the kids in her class, Sean would be the one most likely to dress up as a pirate for Halloween.
But this wasn't Halloween. They were on an island? People were dying? And he was wearing a bandana and going Ahoy Matey?
Somehow hearing Sean call out to the three of them snapped Ami out of her worried state of paranoia and sent her careening into 'confused wreck' territory. She started rubbing her fingers against both temples. This had to be a joke, Ami thought. He was joking, or gone completely insane, something like that! He couldn't be serious!
And he wasn't, at least not to the degree Ami feared he was. However, as Sean grew closer and talked about what 'sorties', and as she noticed Sarah standing nervously behind him, Ami began to realize that it wasn't just a joke. It was serious? Like, personally, Ami barely knew Sean. She thought he was really cute but it wasn't like she had a crush on him. Yeah, he had his own 'pirate ship' apparently and that was kind of weird but everyone had their interests. He wasn't creepy-obsessed with it. Not like this. She didn't remember Sean ever talk like this!
"Hey, Sean." Ami deflated suddenly. "Uhh..."
Zubin had to talk over Ami. He just had to talk about his fake plan. Ami shot him a nasty look, almost told him to be quiet. Inside her head she was screaming at Zubin, telling him no, for gods sake don't talk about the orgy plan it'll make us look really weird. But she didn't say anything, the words never came. So she sat there, twiddling her thumbs because apparently even though both she and Ruby decided to say no to the plan, Zubin had to tell just about everyone about it.
To think, she had been so focused moments before. But every ounce of assuredness left her the second she saw Sean Mulcahy wearing a bandana, hearing him call out to them like a Captain calls out to a passing ship. The frustration remained though, aimed directly at Zubin's insistence, heating her from the inside like a tea kettle.
Sean began to respond to Ruby. What Ruby had said, Ami had not the foggiest. He looked awkward, as if he had something else on his mind and he did not want to answer the question. Something about it all made her less nervous, like she could see just a little bit of the Sean she thought she knew underneath. It gave her enough courage to finally speak, at least.
"You, you're a friendly pirate, right?" Ami stammered. "Not the type that robs innocent ships?"
... It was a joke. She wasn't being suspicious. But one would not be mistaken for thinking otherwise.
Of course there was an awkward pause after that. Of course. Ami turned her head away from Sean and just sighed as he asked how controversial the plan was.
"... don't say anything.
She wanted to slap Zubin. He was going to tell them. If he told Sean, if he said one word about sex or pregnancy she was seriously going to...
She watched Sean's face the entire time, up until it changed into an ugly expression she could not place. Ami felt something inside of her sink, most likely her heart though it could have been her entire body collapsing in complete shame.
Sean turned to look at Sarah. He started talking about leaving. What was he thinking? Did they seriously believe Zubin was telling the truth? Did they think Ruby and her were in on it?
Ami rose to her feet sharply as they both started to fade into the distance again.
"Sean," Ami started. "Sean, Sarah. wait. It's not what you think! We - "
Yeah, she... yeah. No use. They couldn't hear her.
Ami stumbled back. There was white noise in the back of her head. The tea kettle was blowing.
After standing still for almost a moment, Ami finally turned back. She stared at Zubin with a scrunched up, seething glare. He had no idea how much self-control it was taking to stop her from screaming. Her fist was balled up so tight that she felt her arm going numb. She had never been so mad in her entire life.
In the end, she didn't scream. She didn't even mention anything about his plan. She just turned to her friend.
"Ruby," Ami said. "I think we aught to leave."
Then she reached for her gun and bag and started walking away. No explanations, no apologies. She just had to get away from him.
There was a chance of her being completely stubborn and irrational. It wasn't Zubin did anything to deserve it. But, in that moment of weakness, she didn't care. Zubin had completely, utterly humiliated her, both on live television and in front of several of her classmates. That alone overruled any sort of strategic planning.
Even in a life or death situation, Ami Flynn was totally willing to leave someone just to save face. She was still in high school, with all the anxiety and emotional baggage that came with it. It's as if she never left Seattle.
(Ami Flynn continued in Tell No Tales