The Elites

Tia's Place- Part 12

Tia POV

"You really don't have to-" I interjected quickly after a second of realizing what he had said. As kind of a gesture as it was meant to be I wasn't anxious for a killer to meet my family for many reasons.

"Don't worry, I don't need to threaten your family's life to get you to do something, you'd risk your life for just about any stranger," he smirked as if reading my mind. Somehow I felt as if I had just been insulted...in a very high end kind of way. But besides that, how did he always do that!? If I wasn't so trusting I'd really say he could read my mind, outside of an exchange!

"Bro, can't you just admit you want her to get home safely--," Steph cut in rolling her eyes, "Seeing as she has a daunting knack to get in trouble." I blinked. Was that supposed to be my defence! my thoughts drifting abruptly to Steph again, I demand a new lawyer, but before I could object again, Jayden cut in.

"And aside from all of that—you with your human skills probably didn't see the route we took to get here, since we ran, more than likely you'll get lost, and take way more than a few minutes to get home," Jayden pointed out. I bit my lip, he had a point, and I could tell my father was at the end of his rope, meaning Sherry was probably awake. Poor dad, I thought then curbed the taunt of revenge, that's what you get for trying to get me 'socialize'. I looked up at Jayden as he walked out of the living room to his bedroom to change without waiting for a formal sign of consent...since he obviously won that battle. Although I think I got the worse for this situation.... See where socializing in the middle of the night got me! In big trouble! Steph is one thing, but having to deal with Jayden is going to be hard.

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Jayden POV

We walked down the empty streets of the city, wordlessly. Only the occasional stray dog or howling of the wind broke the silence. It was evident she was uncomfortable, but that was her own fault and I wasn't going to jump through hoops to make her comfortable—besides her added hate towards me would push her to work harder...or something like that. My eyes shifted slightly across at her, her face looked calculative as if studying an important puzzle in her mind. Her silky, smooth skin wrinkled ever so slightly at a thought and I longed to make whatever was bothering her better. Who am I kidding? I don't like her hating me; she was probably bothered by me. Every time I glance at her it becomes a stare, and every time she glares...we were definitely not getting along, but that was sort of expected I'm a generally distasteful guy. Or uniquely flavoured as I like to call it?

"Hey...How is the training thing supposed to work? Steph really seems to want me come," she turned ever so slightly with a hint of a smile on her lips. I fought to keep a stoic look, she likes my sister...who said I couldn't raise a likeable person...although Steph's more like our mother than me but I digress.

"You can't make it tomorrow?"

"I've school Sherlock," was her reply. Despite her sarcasm she continued to look at me as if expecting me to figure it out.

"Then after school?" I tried, shrugging my shoulders.

"Do you go school?" she asked, her question seemed somewhat off topic but I answered anyway.

"Dropped out—I'm 20 now, so it's kind of late for that."

"What about Stephanie?" concern racked her face.

"Not exactly..."my voice got softer by the end of my statement as guilt came to me, along with the look of horror she gave me. She truly didn't need to talk her face spoke volumes about what she thought, and then she actually acts surprise when I know what she's planning to say. It was ridiculous to say the least, and quite entertaining.