Blades and Bullets

2. Twins?

I walk through the long halls, uselessly trying to get through the herd of students crowding around. For a school that charges so much for enrolment, the hallways are thinner than my own patience.

"Ayo newbie!" Someone calls from behind and I turn to see a tall blonde-guy lazily leaning against the lockers. His muted honey-colours hair is messily curled and his eyes are like the blades of a dagger - a deep silver, almost reflective.

"What do you want dipshit?" I call back annoyed, I've honestly had enough harassment for one day.

"Ouch" he clutches his heart, rubbing as if to soothe an ache, "that hurt."

"Listen, I'm no longer in the mood to kick someone's ass right now, so if you want in on the action, I suggest you wait till tomorrow," I deadpan.

"Why would I want that?" The boy asked cluelessly.

"Most guys think they do," I answer with a smirk.

"Eh, I'll save the ass-kicking for another day," he winks at me with a boyish smile.

"Okay, guess I'll see you then," I reply. Having enough of this useless conversation, I start towards the dorm rooms. That is, until I hear a yell from behind me.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Blondie calls out.

"The dorms!" I turn back around, eager to put down the bags I had carried from the office.

"You're going the wrong way!" He calls back. At this, I turn to him, puzzled.

"I was told this was the way to the girls dorms?" I ask incredulously.

"It is," he pauses "if you were going to the girls dorms."

"And I'm not going there?" My brow raises and he chuckles at my confusion.

"No, you're not," he answers simply. Walking up beside me, he grabs a duffel bag out of my hand.

"Why is that?" I ask.

"Because those are the dorms for the girls, after they go through the grading," he says while re-adjusting his hold on the heavy bag.

"What do you mean grading?" I was not informed of any 'grading' activity. What is this, The Hunger Games?

"How about I tell you what you need to know while I walk you to the temporary dorms?" He pauses, "the one for the girls, before they complete grading."

"And why would I follow you? You're a complete stranger," I raise a brow.

"Ace," my brows furrow slightly, a line creasing my forehead. "My name," he clarifies with a 'duh' look.

"Okay... so now I know your name. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, now we aren't strangers," he answers simply, "so I can now direct you to your temporary dorm."

Before I even have the chance to protest he yanks my arm with his free hand and drags me through the halls. If it were anyone else, I probably would've snapped their arm, but Ace just has a comforting, friendly vibe about him. One that just makes you want to trust him.

After about five minutes of forcing me through the halls, I begin to feel my arm rip from its socket. But before I become an amputee, Ace suddenly stops.

"What's your dorm number?" He quickly turns around, as if forgetting something important. Which he was.

"26."