Blades and Bullets

20. Drip down the side of me

God I can even hear his smirk from here! Of course, the only clean laundry he would have is a personalised tracksuit set! Honestly, I don't even have the energy to care about that, or the rumours people would spread. What I'm really pissed about is that, now the twins and Val will pester me about it all day! I mean my head is still aching for fucks sake, as if this day couldn't get any worse.

I see the flash of light before the snickering. I groan as I lift my head from my hands and look up to the sight of Knox, Dion and two other guys giggling over something on Romave's phone. I literally cannot deal with this shit today. I just send him the middle finger, and once again, he snaps a pic.

"I'm sorry boys that's all the fans will get today!" Mace teases.

"Awwww is trouble not in the mood?" Knox whines, his friends snicker.

"Fuck off." Is all I can mutter, it comes out muffled from beneath my arm.

"Oof— did I hit you a little too hard?" Dion sneers.

I've had about enough of this, if trouble is what they want, then it is trouble they will get.

I slam my hands down on the table and slowly rise out of my seat, I innocently walk over to Mace and pretend to whisper something in her ear as I bend down to pick up her hot coffee. Gliding the mug behind my back I sashay over to the boys, arms back feigning innocence.

I get up real close to Knox and while lightly grazing my nose over his I pour the steaming coffee down his head.

His jaw drops and his eyes widen, did anyone get that on camera?

"Oh no! Looks like you need this more than me," I raise the pitch of my voice slightly higher as I shrug of his jacket and throw it over his head. "That should hide the stain,"

It won't.

I don't bother to wait for his reaction as the bell suddenly rings and I pick up my bag and strut out of the classroom.

I just barely exit the classroom when Mace catches up to me.

"Woah, what the fuck happened? Not going to lie whatever it was, it was pretty badass."

"Oh Mace, haven't you learned yet?"I whine, "Everything I do is badass." I say, a smirk gracing my lip.

*****

I wonder what colour he will bleed? Deep crimson, bright red... or perhaps a wine colour? Only one way to find out, besides, maybe if he's O- blood type I'll sell it, that shit sell good on the black market. Not that I would know. . .

I still need to figure out a way to kill Knox. I have a suspicion he's after me too, based on what happened in the bathroom. Whether it's a hit or just a personal want, I don't know.

I'm glad the close combat trainer had decided to work us harder today, although my head is still pounding from yesterday, this long distance endurance training is really helping me feel some adrenaline.

My thighs are aching, but it feels good to have a different ache for once, a physical pain, a needed burn.

I'm heaving when I finish the tenth lap, my lungs burning. I'm glad for having given Knox his jacket back, although I have been walking around in only a sports bra and tracksuit pants it's too fucking hot for anything else anyway.

I stretch in a lunge as I hear footsteps coming to a halt behind me, followed by heaving breathing. Romave just finished his laps, ha! Get fucked, I got here first.

With my new found pride in myself I tighten my ponytail and walk over to the trainer.

"Got anything more difficult?"

The trainer just grins, a certain kind of evil behind it. Oh no, I think I've made a horrible mistake.

*****

And that I did, the teacher had trained us like fucking army cadets! Wouldn't even let us stop for water, my arms are aching, my legs are aching, everything is aching, even my bones are aching! It's been one hour of pure hell, a mixture of burpees, push ups, chin ups, sit ups, weightlifting and other weight training, cycling through.

At this point I don't even know how I made it to lunch, I had physically dragged myself here. I slam my bag down on the table and bury my head into it as I slouch into my seat.

I slowly lift my head from the bag when I feel the gaze of the twins and Val burning my back.

"What?" I try to hold back the harshness but my question still comes out as a bite.

"Well, you told me you would tell me what happened at lunch," Mace pretends to fiddle with a non-existing watch, "by the look of it, I think it's lunch time."

"Ugh do I have to?" I moan.

"Um. . . yes!" Ace exclaims.

"Fine. Whatever." I sigh. "Our knives trainer thought it would be a good idea to hold one on one combats, the one rule was to stop as soon as your opponent had surrendered. I was fighting Dion and I got- distracted. So he had time to pin my to the ground with a knife. He had pretty much begged me to forfeit— for what reason, I wouldn't know— but obviously my stubborn ass refused. He ended up getting in a pretty good punch to my head and Romave had lifted him off of me and I fell unconscious. Knox ended up bringing me to his place because I had lost my keys and I didn't have any ways to get into my room to get clothes so I just took what was at the top of his clean laundry." I shrug, too tired - both physically and mentally - to do much else.

For a second they all just looked stunned until Val exclaims,

"Why the fuck would he even try to take you to your dorm in the first place?"

"I honestly have no idea," I once again shrug.

"Where did he sleep? If you slept in his bed? Did you sleep in his bed?" Ace asks.

"Yes I did wake up in his bed, actually funny story, at first I thought it was my dorm because they were so similar. So I walked into the bathroom to get Panadol and he was in the shower!"

"Holy fuck!" Mace whisper-yells.

"How big was his dick?" Ace questions.

"Omg Ace! You can't just ask that—" Val cuts him off before continuing, "was it?"

"Omg you guys are unbelievable!" I smash my head back into my bag as the picture of his defined body is once again displayed in my mind.