Killer Queen

11.

Thelma's pov

I went back to the training room, eyes were red. "Hey what's wrong?" dere k asked and I told him I was fine. "Let's continue." I smile widely. Peter chuckles. "Please don't kick me in the balls again."

"Okay, I won't this time." I put on my head protection just in time as they tried to grab me by I ducked under, upper-cut them, and kicked them in the foot. Peter fell to the floor and Derek continued. We landed on the floor with him on top of me choking me but I somehow found strength to punch him making him fall.

"Damn lil lady you sure can fight," Derek says taking off his head protection. Peter got up and high-fived me. "You're a natural."

He and I took off ours and headed to the gun rage room where Valerie standing just staring at the guns available.

"Are you ready?" Peter asked holding on to my waist. I silently gasped and sped walk towards Valerie. It's obvious that Peter likes me and he is a very good-looking guy but unfortunately, I'm Marquez's property.

Until he gets tired and I can be with whoever I want I guess but I know that will never happen especially with the kiss I gave him.

He's going to rip me apart when he gets back I just hope he isn't rough. He looks rough but he could be a real gentle thruster. Well, he is a great kisser though. I think we can just stick to kissing until I'm ready cause this is too fast.

"Sprat alert," Valerie said referring to Eugene as he timidly walked in

The tension in the air was palpable as Valerie's words broke through my thoughts, drawing my attention to Eugene's timid entrance. Despite the playful banter, I couldn't shake the weight of my internal turmoil, the guilt and uncertainty swirling within me like a turbulent storm.

As Eugene approached, his shy demeanor only served to amplify the sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. I offered him a small smile, attempting to mask the turmoil that churned beneath the surface, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he could see right through the facade.

"Hey, Eugene," I greeted him, my voice tinged with forced cheerfulness. "You joining us for some target practice?"

He nodded, a hesitant smile flickering across his lips. "Yeah, I thought I'd give it a try," he replied softly, his gaze darting between Valerie and me.

Valerie stepped forward, her expression unreadable as she regarded Eugene with a curious gaze. "Well, welcome to the club," she said, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Just try not to shoot yourself in the foot."

Eugene chuckled nervously, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "I'll do my best," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

As I geared up and picked up a pistol, preparing to aim at the target, I couldn't help but overhear Derek and Peter talking in hushed tones behind me. Their words were like poison, tainting the air with their toxicity as they disparaged Eugene with cruel remarks.

Anger simmered beneath the surface as their words reached my ears, and I felt my blood boil with indignation. How dare they speak about Eugene in such a disrespectful manner, especially when he was standing right there in the room with us?

"He's such a wimp," Derek remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yeah, I can't believe he's even here," Peter added, his tone equally disparaging.

With a clenched jaw, I turned on my heel and marched over to where Derek and Peter stood, their expressions caught between surprise and amusement at being caught in the act.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, my voice sharp as I fixed them with a glare.

Derek's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of mild discomfort as he stammered for a response. "Oh, uh, nothing, Thelma," he muttered, his eyes darting nervously around the room.