Blades and Bullets

13. Shards

Onyx POV

I'm exhausted, being awoken to the sound of Val banging on my door this morning at the ungodly hour of 6am was not fun. I didn't dare get out of bed, but when I heard the clicking sound of a gun taken off of safety, I knew she wouldn't hesitate to blow the lock right off the door. So instead of allowing sleep to take me away, I grumbled some profanities and let her in. I tried asking her why the fuck she had decided to wake me so early and she simply said, "I was bored" and shrugged. Needless to say she got her ass beat and I am clearly not very happy.

"Look I'm sorry ok? I was just-" Val says, her voice clearly a void of empathy.

"You were just bored, I know!" I interrupt harshly, I really am not a good person without one thing in the morning. For most people that one thing would be coffee, but I am not particularly fond of coffee or the effect it has on your body, so for me that thing is food.

"Whatt if I bought you breakfast? As an apology?" She tries cautiously, and damn her but she knows it'll work!

"Fine. But imma make your pockets hurt, be prepared to buy half the breakfast menu!" I smirk.

"Pig." She mumbles.

"What was that?" I ask my eyebrow raised knowingly.

"Nothing!"

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"Ah shit!" I was walking towards my first class of the day, when the next thing I know burning hot coffee is dripping all the way down my sweater!

"Watch where you're going! You spilt some of your coffee on me bitch!" I hear the person yell at me, go figure it's Knox!

"Watch where I'm going? You ran into me asshole!" His eyes went into a full rage, "You're a pest, always buzzing around me! Be careful Knox it's starting to look like you're a little obsessed with me. . . when's the right time to think of filing a restraining order?" I retort, my voice smug.

"Me! Obsessed with you? Ha! Don't make me laugh or I'll start to think you really are funny!" Knox seethed. I start to remove my sweater.

"Woah woah woah! What do you think you're doing?" he quickly tried to intervene.

"Uh, what does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking off my sweater, that is now soaked with coffee thanks to you!" I seethe.

"But you don't have a shirt on underneath! Who doesn't wear a shirt underneath?!" He's panicking and it gets a little giggle out of me.

"Oh please, it's fine! And I don't wear a shirt underneath because it gets too hot!" If he really must know.

"Well then don't wear a sweater!"

"So now you're telling me what I should and shouldn't wear?" I question menacingly, I rip the last of my sweater off and everyone's eyes are suddenly on me.

"What? None of you seen boobs before?" I spat at the crowd, everyone was just standing there awe-stricken. Knox went to open his mouth to say something, but before he could I threw my sweater - still soaked with hot coffee - right at his face and strutted off.

Although Knox was right in saying I don't have a t-shirt on underneath, it wasn't like I was in just my bra. Well I kinda was, it was more of a black lace. . . you know what it was my bra! And I don't fucking care! I look hot and if I wanna parade around in my bra then that's what I'll fucking do. It matches my white dress pants better than my sweater anyways.

"Miss Morana! Why are you wearing your- your undergarments in my class room!" The teacher says, disgusted.

"Why can't I? It's not like you can see my nipples?" I point out clearly unbothered.