Team Obliteration : The Destruction Cube

Chapter 5

Jayla's P.O.V.

Jayla woke up to the rising sun and saw that her blankets were torn up. She immediately glanced at her knuckles and saw that her claws were out. She probably had a bad dream, but she couldn't remember it. She sighed as she put her head in her hands.

Her clothes from the previous night were strewn across the floor; she had been too tired to put them in their designated place. Her hair was a mess, and it stuck out in all directions.

She scratched her head before groggily getting up and heading to her cupboard. She swung it open and grabbed another blanket and a plastic bag. Before closing the cupboard, she glanced at her all-too-familiar costume.

Wonder when I'll use it again... she thought.

She tore her eyes away from the cupboard and cleaned up the mess that she had made, stuffing her torn up blanket into the plastic bag and placing the new one nicely. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she headed downstairs, still in her pajamas.

Once she reached the bottom step, she glanced at the living room. She could see Deadpool sitting on the couch with one leg up. He seemed to be drawing something on a piece of A4 paper while humming a soft tune to himself. "Mornin," she said as she walked past him to the kitchen.

"Mornin," he replied.

"Whatcha got there?"

"Oh, uh," he said. "It's nothing." He immediately put the drawing aside and began toying with his gun. He looked at Jayla and suddenly began to laugh.

"What?" asked Jayla, annoyed.

"Looks like you're having a really bad-hair-day, huh?" He grinned under his mask.

"Yeah," she sighed as she twirled one strand of hair around her finger. She grabbed her cup and made some hot chocolate for herself, then sat down in the dining room.

"Have you had breakfast?" she asked Deadpool as she sipped the warm drink.

"Who, me?" he said. "Yeah, I have."

After continuing in silence for a while more, Deadpool decided to ask her about yesterday.

"So..." he started, sounding nervous. Jayla raised one eyebrow at him. "What really happened yesterday?"

Jayla huffed to herself. "We had an argument, is all."

"Really?" said Deadpool, some disbelief in his voice. "Why?"

"We just... didn't see eye-to-eye."

"Well, only an idiot wouldn't see eye-to-eye with you," he said softly. Obviously though, Jayla could clearly hear him. After a short pause, Deadpool asked once more, "Did he slap you?"

Jayla grit her teeth, wishing to herself that Deadpool would just shut up. Tears threatened, but she blinked them back. "Yes..." she muttered.

"Well then," said Deadpool, raising his voice a little. "He's an utter jerk, you know?' You should totally just dump him. Bla bla bla..."

Jayla simply sat at the dining table as Deadpool reeled off his list of insults towards her boyfriend. Danny was a nice guy, sometimes he could be rude, too. But sometimes wasn't all the time. He was still her boyfriend, nothing had changed. Jayla decided she had enough.

"Deadpool," she said haltingly. He immediately stopped, seeming to realize that he had gone too far. "Shut up."

"But it's true, isn't it?" he asked. "He is a jerk, isn't he?" Jayla detected a hint of hopefulness in his voice. Hopefulness for what? She wouldn't know.