Bad Girl X Reader (NMH)

Part 4

The week had passed without much incident, save for rare interactions with Charlotte. Slowly you felt the wall that you had placed on account of her minor fame beginning to break down. You hadn't had the chance to hang out per se, but the passing greetings and small looks thrown back and forth had felt in their own way special. What was really on your mind, though, was the Beam Katana. Truthfully there was no reason for you to own such a weapon; but there was a strange allure to the thought of slicing up some fruit. Maybe, even using it against people. Not at all were you a psychopath or wanted to hurt people, but in discussions with your friends there was the topic of self-defense, and while you weren't particularly frothing at the chops for the chance to cut up a human being there was some sort of... curiosity. Is it... easy? Will it hurt?

"Hear that (Y/N)?" And with a pat on the back Carson called your attention to the conversation again. "No, sorry, what's going on?" So lost in thought, you had failed to notice a new member enter your small social circle.
"Oh, Charlotte. It's good to see you."
"You too (Y/N). Us three agreed on tonight. Does that work for you?"
"Tonight? We don't have it yet."
Suddenly Ethan shoved his phone in your face, showing that the package was out for shipping. "Mail and shit usually gets there at like, 3:30." Ethan clarified. We got two hours before we get our hands on this thing."
"What do you mean gets there?"
"Dude I'm not getting this thing shipped through a school office. Too risky. I had it sent over to a friend's apartment. Lives across from that cafe about 2 blocks down."
"Do they know what it is?"
"He's an old guy, doesn't really care what college students are up to anymore. I told him about you though, he's disappointed in like a fatherly way that you're not-" Ethan glances at Charlotte before leaning in for a whisper. "That you're not getting any."
"Pray tell what this man is doing with this information and what you're doing giving it to him."
"He's a family friend, man. I keep him updated." Charlotte reinserts herself into the conversation, speaking more to you than the other guys. "I'll buy the watermelon. A little payback for the picnic. In the meantime, I assume you all don't have any classes so, are we gonna hang out?"

After a brief discussion on what sort of black magic you're using to get Charlotte to stick around with your group of misfits, Carson and Ethan brought up the idea of just going to the cafe. That way, you can see the truck as it pulls up and pick up the precious cargo right away. You had no opposition as you were free anyway, and with every minute your excitement grew stronger. "Cafe LeFlourme. I've never actually been, but I see it now and then when my travels bring me this way." Carson explained. Something bugged you about the name however.
"You made that shit up."
"What?"
"There is no chance in hell this place is called 'LeFlourme.'"
"It is! There's a restaurant called 'La petit sacrableu' like 3 buildings down. Remember my date? That's where we went."
"You can't just make up vaguely French bullshit and expect me to believe you, dumbass." Charlotte tapped you on the shoulder and showed you her phone screen. Google maps had indeed confirmed that La petit sacrableu was only a short walk away from Cafe LeFlourme. You made a promise to yourself to not murder the first person you see upon entry to the establishment before carrying on.

"This isn't as bad as I thought it would be." You vocalized to the group. "Half expected a gas station with some chairs." You were impressed, although seeing the beautifully crafted sign above the front door made you a twinge angry. You began to mutter:
"That's not even real French. Fuck the French though they caused this. Froggy fucks."

(I'd like to make it clear I have no ill will towards the French peoples.)

Taking your seats you all placed an order of varying types of coffee, save Carson who wanted to be special and got cocoa. Ethan began to point out the large window you were all sat in front of. "Second floor, third from the left. That's Michael's place. Nice guy, he likes to hear about you guys."
"I thought you said he didn't care."
"He doesn't care enough to go snooping around. He's like my grandpa, dude, just likes to listen to me tell stories. Anyway we've got... an hour and a half before that truck gets here so. Ideas?" Expectant looks were passed around the table but no one said anything. While you were all sitting in silence the waitress dropped off your drinks. Carson being the lady killer he is called her attention before she left to go serve another table. "You have any like, kids menus? With crosswords and stuff?"

The time passed as each of you got three different papers, and quickly turned into an unannounced race to see who could finish all of the puzzles on their worksheets first. Glances were passed around to and from your friends, Ethan even covering his sheet, seemingly so no one could cheat off of him. Charlotte of course finished first. Carson second and you third, leaving Ethan. It's a bit embarrassing it took you all about an hour to finish but you chalked it up to the stress of the race. Charlotte began to express her pride. "Ha! None of you stood a chance." This prompted the three of you boys to make high pitched "meh meh meh meh" noises while holding your hands on your hips in a mockery of Charlotte's posing. Suddenly Carson shoved you in the shoulder and pointed behind you to the window. The delivery truck was pulling up.

After Carson paid, you all ran out of the building and watched the truck leave. "Upstairs, now!" Ethan silently yelled at the group and you ran across the street. Forcing your way into the building and rushing up the stairs you realized how out of shape you were. Heart pounding by the time you made it to the second floor, or maybe that was excitement. Either way you weren't gonna stop. Ethan took the lead as he guided you to the correct room. After a "Shhhh" and a moment to calm down he knocked on the door. "Michael sir? It's Ethan." There was some shuffling heard on the other side before the door creaked open revealing a very polite looking elderly man in a sweater vest. "Boy get your ass in here. Whole damn building could hear you in the stairwell." Ethan entered the room before Michael looked Carson up and down. He snapped his fingers. "Carson, ladies man right?"
"Yes sir."
"That's my boy!" He exclaimed as he gave Carson a sort of high five handshake of approval. Next was Charlotte. "Who might you be young lady?"
"Charlotte Birkin sir."
"Baseball player right? Yeah I remember. What you doing with these boys?"
"They're nice enough sir."
"Better be." And with that he turned to you. "The virgin."

"Yeah, I got your package right here." There was an odd dichotomy between how calm Michael was and how jittery you all were. "Sweet! Thank you, Michael. I'll tell you all about it later." Ethan expressed his gratitude before speedwalking out. The rest of you followed, recieving kind nods from the man as you passed the doorway, except for you, who recieved a disappointed head shake. The group rushed to your dorm room, seemingly the fairest place to hold it as two of the circle had shared that room. Upon arrival your heart was near bursting out of your chest. "Can I open it?" Charlotte timidly requested. "I mean, I won the word search and crossword." Reluctantly you boys agreed before you handed a small knife to the girl. Carefully slicing the tape, the tension in the room became palpable. The air was so thick with pure excitement that you could cut it with... well, a knife. She slowly lifted the flaps before reaching her hand in and pulling out a small handle. "How do you turn it on?"

No one had an answer. There were switches and a couple of buttons, but nothing really happened when you pressed them. The object was passed around and experimented on separately before ultimately just giving up. "Piece a' junk." Ethan groaned as he threw it behind him. Initially, you were angry at him for throwing your literal $500 away but as you watched it flip through the air, you noticed it suddenly begin to brighten at the hilt, and that small light extend into a blade. Joy filled your body as you watched it begin to function.

It landed on your computer.