Blades and Bullets

12. Trouble

"Why the fuck are there so many stairs? Has anyone heard of an elevator? What is this, some small extra training the teachers built in to help us gain endurance!?" I yell in anger to nobody but myself. The sound of a faint door creak doesn't so much as draw a sliver of my attention as I get myself over the last step.

"A bit out of shape are we?" I hear a voice exclaim cockily, I am not in the mood for this bullshit! My feet are covered in blisters! I knew I should've worn in these heels before wearing them out!

"I'm not in he mood for this shit right now. Crawl back into the hole you came from," I say rather bleakly.

"Well, it's a bit rude not to look a person in the eye when speaking to them," The voice hums.

I roll my eyes and head into the direction of my dorm, slightly stumbling as my ankle wobbles and my heel slips. I ignore it and lightly sweep a bit of invisible dust off of my dress.

"Graceful," the voice snickers. I'm over this! Whoever this asshole is, they will face the wrath of tired me! And that ain't a pretty sight.

"You know what-" I don't get to finish my sentence as I feel a brush of wind sweep against my body. A thump sounded from somewhere . . . no, not from somewhere, but from someone. The sound had come from me as I am pinned against the wall by a heavy and very hard object. The object was slightly wet and. . . warm?

In the quick milliseconds where shock had taken over, I had yet to realise what had occurred. Knox had me pinned against my front door, shirtless, dripping in the remnants of what seems to be a very cold shower. The way the water stings my skin like ice is like a wake-up call.

"What the fuck?!" Was he naked? This is exactly why I hadn't wanted to live near a boy in the first place! Should I look down? To double check if he really is naked? I really don't want to see it, if he is naked. Ok, breathe Onyx, just look down. Even if he is naked it wouldn't be the first penis you have seen anyway.

I slowly lower my vision to see— oh thank the lords! He had a towel wrapped around his waist. Though it was hung very low, and I could easily make out his defined 'V' line.

His hot breath blew against my forehead and I realise I am still observing his body. I slowly drag my view up his defined stature, abs glistening as droplets of water slide down the deep grooves of his abdomen.

"What did I saw about looking people in the eye while speaking to them?" He growls.

"What are you doing?! Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me!" I try to free myself from his grasp but instead he releases one hand from the wall, only momentarily. He roughly grabs my hands that are sitting on his pecs, still trying to push him off me, and pins them above my head.

He takes his other hand and possessively grips my throat, he puts pressure and I snarl at him. Well I at least try to, it came out as more of a strained grumble. He stares at me his eyes fuming, burning with fire but as cold and sharp as a blade. I hold his stare built from my own rage, who did he think he was? It was as if he forgot I was a trained assassin.

I use my head and lunge it forward, effectively head butting him. His grip loosened and I worked quickly, if I didn't his strength on my arm would quickly return. I use my leg to kick the back of his knee and he collapses onto me. I use my now free hands to land a blow to his cheek, hopefully that'll leave a mark.

I go to push him off of me, but he once again grabs my hands, "It seems you have grown a liking to touching my chest." His smirk was playful, but his eyes held no sort of amusement.

"Maybe I'm just trying to push away an asshole, who seems to not only have a habit of harassing girls, but now also a habit of pissing them off." I am growing angrier by the minute, rage fuelling me, no- engulfing me. I knee him in the stomach, he wheezes, alerting me to the satisfying confirmation that I had winded him.