Challenge

Chapter 4: Try Me

***Onyx's POV***

Apparently, Sam and I had fallen asleep while listening to music. When we woke up, we were still high. I got up to look outside, and it was morning . But it didn't feel like I slept that long.

"Hungry?" I ask Sam. She looks half alseep. But she nods her head yes. So I grab Sam's wrist and pull her out of bed. She's so lazy. But we headed for the kitchen. I hurried to the fridge and started looking for food, while Sam sat at the kitchen island. After about five minutes and still not finding anything, I hear a familiar voice,

"Ugh! There's a raccoon in our fridge!" Javi yells, referring to me. Javi is one of Frankie's childhood friends. He's family, one of the most ruthless I've seen. Definitely don't want to be on his bad side. But like I said, he's my family, so of course I love him.

"Well, hello to you too." I chuckle and stick my tongue out. 

"Well, you haven't changed a bit, have you? Stay looking for something to eat." He replies back.  He walks to the island in the middle of the kitchen, sits down, and takes out his iPhone. As for me, I just keep looking for food. After a couple more minutes, I find a plate of tamales!

"Oh, hell yes." As I say this, the devil walks into the kitchen.

"Wow, didn't think I could get you moaning so quickly, love." Damon smirks then winks at me. Ugh.

"I was referring to the tamales, perv. And it's hilarious that you think I would ever let you touch me." I correct him while taking the plate to the microwave and putting it in.

"Well, that's not what it sounded like the other night, love." He says while his eyes raked over my body. Ew. He's such a fucking pervert.

"What the fuck did you do with him the other night, Nyx?" Javi all of a sudden interrupts. I snapped my head towards him.

"We just went to this bar, that's it." I roll my eyes. Geez did Javi really think I do whatever with just anyone. 

"Oh, really? That's it? How come I have a feeling there is more to the story?" Javi says while he raises his left eyebrow. I hurry up and reply before Damon can say anything.

"You just like to start shit. We didn't do shit. He just wishes we did." The microwave went off.

"Yesssss. Finally!" Sam finally sits up and speaks. I take out the tamales and put the plate on the island in front of Sam. While Damon walks to the fridge, I climb the chair to sit my ass down next to her. When I was just about to dig into my very unhealthy breakfast, Javi chuckled. 

"What?" I say irritated, squinting my eyes at him.

"I just think it's funny that you still have to climb the chair just to sit down. You're so short." He lets out a laugh.

"I may be short, but I can still beat your ass." I hate being called short. Even though I am, I can still do my job better than a six foot man. 

"Ay. You know how to fight, but that don't mean you can beat my ass." Javi said with a smirk.

"Wanna bet?" Javi just chuckled at my reply, shook his head, and got up.

"I bet I can beat you with my eyes closed, little one." He said, then patted my head before leaving the kitchen.

"Whatever!" I yelled after him, then that's when I realized Damon was dead on staring at me.

"What?" I finally said breaking the silence. I am still too high for this.

"What? I can't stare at the most beautiful thing in this house, love?" He smirked as if he thought his reply was so smooth. I know fuckboys like him. 

"Does that work on most girls?" I say while taking another bite of food.