I slam my phone to turn off my alarm and I slide out of bed. Val texted me to say that we were meeting at 6pm, it is now 5:30pm and that was my last alarm.
The cold water immediately wakes me up as I lean over the sink. Tonight is going to be rough. I have no doubt that Ace has already told the others what he's seen and that's not gonna end well.
I finish up my makeup with one last swoop of red lipstick and head to my closet to choose my outfit, I'm feeling kinda lazy today. So I just slip on another little black dress and chuck on some converse. Being someone who gets cold easily I slide on a leather jacket, and with that I walk out the door.
Mace's car honks at me for the fifth time as I am pulled from my thoughts. "Hey, sorry about that," I mumble, shuffling to clip in my seatbelt.
"All good. Who's ready for some bowling?!" Mace cheers.
"Me!" Ace hollers.
"I'm going to completely destroy all of you!" Val sneers.
"Ha! You wish!" I compete.
"What are y'all talking about, you are all going to eat my dust!" Mace chimes in.
"Y'all have nothing on me!" Ace adds.
Suddenly we all break into laughter over our collective competitiveness.
The bright neon lights of the bowling sign blind me as we pull up to the alley. We struggle to get out of the car as Ace had decided he wanted to go through the front and over Mace, which caused a very annoyed Mace to push him out of the car.
"Lane 6," the cashier informs us.
"Ok guys! You can all go ahead and I'll meet you there after I pay," Mace calls out, we had all pitched in already giving her our share in cash.
"Oh wait! Before you go what are your shoe sizes? I'll bring them over on the way!" She practically shouts at us over the crowd.
"8!" "10!" "9!" Ace, Val and I respond, yelling even louder than Mace as we walk further and further away.
"No you fucktard! That's not how you do it!" Ace pesters.
"Yes it is!" Val responds annoyed.
"No you do it like this!" Ace pushes Val out of the way and takes over.
"What the actual fuck Ace?!"
"I need to show you because you are doing it all wrong!"
"No I'm not! You don't even know what your doing!"
They have been going at this for 15min now, arguing over how to press play on the lane controls.
"What did you do!?" The lanes barriers suddenly go up.
"I didn't mean too!" Ace huffs annoyingly.
"You know what, get out of the way!" I push the two of them away and they land on opposite couches with groans and whines of annoyance. I look to the board and I press the red button in the top right that says 'on' and I sit back down. "See it's not that hard! The button was literally right there," I gesture to the top right of the board.
The only response I get is a huff and a frown. I sigh and turn to see Mace walking back with four pairs of shoes in her arms.
"Who's ready to get their ass beat!" She cheers. I run up to her and grab my pair - size 8 - out of her arms and the others follow.
Once we've tied on our shoes ace practically jumps out of his seat to the bowling balls, he chooses the lightest one and proceeds to stand at the line.
"3, 2, 1!" Ace counts as he releases the ball and it goes flying down the lane, he hits all but one. "This is bullshit!" He walks back to the bowling balls and chooses his next one.
Ace finishes with a spare, he makes sure to rub whatever small victory he had achieved in our face.
Next up was Val and she managed to hit a strike.
"Ha! Suck my dick Ace!" She shouts. Ace glares at her and gets up to grab a ball.
"Hey! It's my turn!" Mace cries, running to Ace and yanking the ball off of him. Sore loser, I grin.
*****
We play a couple of rounds and by this point Ace and Val are tied, Mace a close second and me, well. . . way behind. What can I say? Bowling isn't my strong suit.
"Guys I'm just gonna head to the bathroom, Val you can take my turn while I'm gone!" I call out to them, worried they won't hear me over the music.
"Yes!" Val fist-pumps the air.
As I'm walking to the bathrooms I'm suddenly pushed into the disabled bathroom. On instinct I reach down to pull out my knife when a hand suddenly covers the sheath.
"Not this time," I see him smirk and I just glare at him, what does he want this time?
Before I even have the chance to do anything his lips are smashed against mine, what the fuck?
I go to pull back but he just pins me to the wall and grips my neck, deepening the kiss- I stop struggling.
He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, normally that would be a bad thing but, damn does it taste good on him!
He softly bites my bottom lip but I once again deny him access, he proceeds to lead kisses towards the edge of my mouth. He begins trailing his kisses up my jaw and I feel him linger at the edge of my jawline. He lightly grazes by earlobe with his teeth and I shiver at the sensation, my knees almost give out but he grips my ass and I secure my legs around his hips.
He seems to be in a rush to reach my neck as he sloppily sucks down my neck until he reaches the arch where my neck meets my shoulder. I let out a moan as he sucks and kisses the sensitive spot, fuck he's gonna leave a hickey! I try to lightly push him off but he releases a deep groan and I once again drop my arms and he presses me further into the wall. Suddenly begging for the feeling of his lips on mine, I tug at his hair to signal him but he only continues his assault on my neck. No longer being able to hold it in I pull his head back to face me and I push my lips against his with hunger. Our moans catching in each other's mouths as I grip his back, digging in my nails.
You know what, he left a hickey on me it's only fair I get my revenge. I draw my head back and he glares in protest before I begin to copy his previous moves on me, tracing his jaw before trailing down his neck. I suck and suck, going crazy on his neck. He throws his head back in pleasure and I suck harder, leaving my nice big purple branding.
Before I can re-connect my lips he suddenly pulls away and I flop to the floor, no longer having his grip as stability. I quickly get up and sneer at him.
"To be continued," he smirks over his shoulder as he exits the bathroom. I lock the door and turn to the mirror. My hair is a mess, my lipstick is pretty much everywhere but my lips, my neck is painted purple and blue. I quickly fix up my hair and reapply my lipstick, wiping of the smudges around my mouth. Good thing I brought a leather jacket, I flick up the collar and pull it on my shoulder tight, it covers the bruises pretty well.
It only occurred to me how long I'd been in here when I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey! Can you hurry up in there! My grandmother needs to use the bathroom!"
Oops- I quickly run out of the bathroom passing a cranky man glaring at me and an old woman in a wheelchair. Well that's awkward. . .
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Blades and Bullets
ActionTwo assassins living in a specialised school are paid five million dollars each to eliminate the other, considering the two hate each other it is a task both seem eager to carry out. That is until feelings begin to surface, and the two must decide i...
