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Chapter 11

After we release each other, I hear low mumbles outside the door. I get up and open it up. As soon as I do, I watch ALL the guys fall to the ground. They apparently had their ears against the door and heard everything. So much for privacy. "What the hell?!" I yell at them. Some chuckle, but others look at me in fear. I huff and walk to my closet, grabbing a knife from its bag and returning to everyone on the floor. "Mind explaining why you decided to eavesdrop on my conversation?" I ask them as I twirl my knife between. I feel Jon's presence behind me, but I ignore it. 

"Umm.. We decided to uh make sure you were uh okay.. because you look uh upset when you came in here. We uh... wanted to know if Jon hurt you or not! But... what we heard wasn't um. Expected." Craig explains. I sigh and throw my knife to the ground, making the blade seep into the wood. I hear exhales from some of the guys the knife landed closely to. "Does this always happen here?!" I ask Jon. He thinks a minute, but then nods. I growl, then grab my bag full of knives. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU ASSHOLES! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I yell, getting a few knives from the bag.

Everyone looks up at me with fear and disbelief in their eyes. "Guys. She's bluffing. She wouldn't hurt us." I hear Tyler say. "Oh. Is that what you think?" I ask calmly. He nods, so I throw a knife that lands between his legs since he's sitting up with his legs sprawled out. His eyes widen at my movement. I smirk at him, then retrieve both my knives. I walk through the living room and into the dark nature. I get the few targets we have from the shed and place them so that they're leaning on a tree. 

I practice my knife throwing for a good two hours, even after it started raining.. hard might I add. When it did start to rain, Jon was nice enough to try to get me inside, but fails so he gives me a coat. I nod in appreciation and continue my practice. 

By the time I finish my knife training, everyone is on the porch under the roof and watching me throw all of my anger, and energy, in with each toss. Finally I decide I'm done, so I step onto the porch with everyone else. They all stay silent, and I just listen to the rain on the tin roof. (It's a real roof on the house part but the tin roof part is over the porch. Kinda like my old house. We built a porch with a tin roof. Get it now?) Eventually, one by one, they reenter the house. I sit on the edge of the porch and watch the water drip from my shoes, jacket, hair, and eyelashes. No, I'm not crying. The raindrops fell on my head and fell to my face. 

Jon sits next to me and wraps an arm over my shoulders. "Thanks for dealing with me. I know I'm a pain in the arse (ass in another language) sometimes." I tell him. "I'm just glad you didn't end up killing them. Although you scared the living shit out of each of them." he starts laughing. I laugh too, and lean into his side. We quiet down and listen to the rain again. 

We sit in a comfortable silence for just about 10 minutes before a chilly wind hits me, so we go back inside. "Oh, much warmer in here." I say. Jon laughs and nods in agreement. "Hey Nicole. Sorry about earlier. We didn't mean to make you upset." Brock says. I smile and hug him. He hugs back and sighs into my hair. I hear Jon growl lowly behind me, so I look back at him and raise my eyebrow. 

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Sorry about short chapter :P I ran out of ideas. I have more for the next chapter so it should be better :) Thanks for reading! Don't forget to check out my Vanoss Crew One-Shots! If you do, feel free to request! Love you ghosties! <3 PEACE