Split Life Of War DISCONTINUED

16 Merry Christmas

Chapter 16

I shook Jacob awake, after telling the gang about his past, well except for the Kronos army part... He started muttering.

"Five more minutes. At least five. I will do anything." He shifted, and stretched his arms out, encircling me, and then pulled me into his chest as if I was a blanket or a teddy bear. I hear Alisa and Raven go "Awww." I attempted to withdraw myself, but failed.

"I will let you have five more minutes if you spy on Kronos for Camp Half-Blood. In fact you can have ten more minutes."

"Okay, whatever." I looked up to see Alisa recording it. I glared at her, before Jacob rolled over so that I was pressed to the back of the couch.

"Can you at least let me go?"

"No"

"Please?"

"Let me sleep"

"Pwtty Pwease let me go?" There was no reply. I looked up to see Caleb smirking. You better help me now, or I will turn you into a burnt pancake. He jumped up. How 'bout I just leave you there so that you can't turn me into a burnt pancake. He opened his mouth to repeat what I just heard. I glared at him (A/N italics r Cathy speaking, bold + italics r the person responding). You don't have to say anything. You already responded with that snarky retort. And I can still turn you into a burnt pancake right here. What if you are still going to do it to me even if I help you? You help me, and the worst you get is a couple slaps upon the head, idiot. Oh. Actually I have to get going. You better not. Caleb ran out of the room. Xavier walked up to me.

"Oh, and by the way, Merry Christmas. The house elves brought our presents here instead of our dorms." He walked out of my line of sight. I heard a voice behind me, like right in my ear.

"Did he just say presents here?" Jacob loosened up his grip on me, and I turned around to face him. Our faces were almost touching, so I moved my head back, and ended up with a double chin😜. "What? You don't like to be by this hansom face?" I laughed.

"Are you talking about someone else?" I smirked. He gasped, and attempted to put his hand over his heart.

"I'm hurt!"

"Oh, haha. Notice the sarcasm."

"So you think my face is hansom?" He drew his face closer to mine so that we were touching noses.

"I never said that."

"You thought it, and it's the thought that counts."

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"Ha! That trick won't work on me!"

"Awww, it always works in books!"

"This isn't a book, this is reality."

"Magic doesn't exist in reality."

"This isn't reality, this is the world of insane friends, and crazy archenemies."

"So true." Someone cleared their throat, and I realized we were still so close that we had our noses touching. Someone cleared their throat again.

"Either get a room, or break it up you two. We would like to get to gifts soon." We pulled away an inch or two, and looked up. Caleb was back. I attempted to jump up and throttle him.

"You are a little demon, I asked you to help me, but you just had to run!" Jacob was holding me back by my waist. He pulled me tight against his body to restrain me, while Caleb darted into the practice room. So not a good choice. I started to swat and kick Jacob. Suddenly, I fell limp. I felt him tighten his grip on me. I was able to twist around, and wrap my arms around him.

"If you were really my friend, you would let me go." I grinned maliciously. Jacob sighed, and opened his arms. I tore into the practice room, and twisted my sword charm. A celestial bronze blade formed in my grasp.

"Come out, come out, my pretty." I stalked forward. A voice huff indignantly.

"I am a boy. Only girls are pretty. Boys are hansom." I crept towards the sound. "Oh s**t." The pile of dummies scattered everywhere as Caleb dove out. He glanced at me, and scrambled towards the spare swords.

"Count this," I laughed, "As your first real fight." Caleb jabbed to my left. I hit his sword away. He attempted to jab my right, and I easily disarmed him. I pointed my sword under his chin.

"You," I snorted, "are an incredibly bad swords man. I guess your practicing over the months hasn't done anything, and your big, strong physic isn't doing anything to help you." He smiled hesitantly.

"Can we just get to the Christmas presents?" He backed up, and I sighed.

"Fine." I turned away and got rid of my sword. We both headed back to the main room after cleaning up. Everyone was sitting on the couches and chairs. I flopped onto a chair, and the opening of the presents began.

- - - - - - - - Time Skip to two hours later- - - - - - -

"Now what?" Jacob threw his arms up in exasperation. "There is absolutely nothing do. You guys could have let me sleep." I glared at him. "Never mind. Anyone up to practicing?" A few nods, and mutters of agreement later, and we all found ourselves searching for weapons we don't usually use. I looked up to see Caleb searching through the bows next to me. I grabbed a simple one, and wooden arrows. Jacob came up behind me to retrieve a bow and arrow set. I snorted.

"Jacob you should probably help Caleb fight with a sword, or find a better weapon that would suit him better." I smirked as Caleb swung around with an expression of great offense. Jacob just shrugged. The two boys walked to the swords, and began practicing in the ring. I took my bow and arrows to the target range. Alisa was next to me with throwing knives. I pulled back the string, and aimed for the bull's-eye. I shot, and couldn't find where I had hit. Alisa started laughing, and was pointing at her target. I looked over, and at the farthest upper corner was my arrow. How was I that bad? She snickered at me.

"You need to adjust your stance. You also are holding the bow too far from your body. Copy the way I stand, and if that doesn't work, maybe you should try a left handed bow. I continued to shoot the target, and every time adjusted to how off I was. We all worked on different weapons in pairs, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Life couldn't be better. But I didn't know that we were about to get the shock of our lives.