Blades and Bullets

19. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Or just the wrong bed?

My eyes burn from the sudden blinding light, what's going on?

My head is aching, my whole body is aching. The feeling of drummers having a freestyle on my skull weighs down my head.

I struggle, groaning, but manage to slowly rise my arm above my eyes to rest on my nose bridge, trying to stop the searing white light. I blink a couple times still making some god-awful noises as a room suddenly blinks into view. How had I managed to get home, I have no idea.

My eyelids are heavy and I'm getting tired trying to hold them open. I slip into the darkness once again, only to suddenly remember I'm still a school student.

I reach over and my muscles feel like an old elastic that hasn't been stretched in 10 years. "Got it!" Shit, the light from my phone! I scramble trying to read the button to turn down the brightness. 7:45am, class starts at 8!

I reach back over to put my phone away, but clearly I'm more tired than I thought because I face-plant right into the floor with a loud smack. I'm going start running out of curse words soon.

Scrambling, I pick myself up on deer legs and stumble to the door. When did I move my chair? I swear it used to be on the right side of the room?

I stumble towards the bathroom, I keep Panadol in the cupboards. My eyes still threatening to close, I open the bathroom door. Only to find Knox to my right, bare ass naked! Taking a fucking shower! His rippling abs clearly on full display, my eyes threaten to lower out of pure curiosity, but I don't give it.

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!" He responds.

"Uh what am I doing? What are you doing?" My voice is groggy and my vision is still slightly blurred.

"Clearly, I'm taking a shower!" He gestures up and down my body, subconsciously my eyes follow, fuck.

"I can see that!" I state sarcastically, rolling my eyes to add effect.

"I would prefer if you didn't!" He growls.

"Well I would prefer you not showering in my dorm!" I shout back.

"Your dorm? This is my dorm!"

"No it's—" suddenly I'm wide awake, and with this I take a good look around. He's right. This isn't my dorm, the chair was in the wrong spot, a pink toothbrush sat in the holder instead of my usual blue one, and his white towel is a clear contrast to my black towel.

Last night comes rushing back to me like a giant tsunami. The fight, Dion begging me to forfeit, me refusing to forfeit, Dion refusing to stop, someone pushing off Dion and Knox snapping Dion out of whatever daze he was in. Dion is so paying for that one. After that, an unknown student picked me up, though I guess they weren't unknown anymore.

Knox POV:
(Flashback to the knife class, right as Knox had picked up Onyx)

I slip my hand under her knees and the other behind her neck. I carry her like a dead corpse as I walk through the halls and up the three flights of stairs, foreshadow?

What are you doing?

Taking her back to her dorm.