My Knight(s) In Shining Armour

Chapter 6: Invitation

Chapter 6

"Get jazzy on it, I'm that flight that you get on, international

First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable

Cause I know what the girl them need, New York to Haiti

I got lip stick stamps on my passport, make it hard to leave," I belted out as I raced down the stairs for breakfast. I stopped in the hallway, ready to sing the chorus, swaying my hips.

"Been around the world, don't speak the language

But your booty don't need explaining

All I really want to understand is

When you talk dirty to me!"

I finished the sentence with some crazy dance moves.

"Do do do do dododododo, do do do do do, do do, talk dirty to me."

"Ok," said a deep voice behind me. I gasped in surprise, spinning around on my heal.

"Who are you?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip and flicking my hair of off my face.

"I'm Dillon, baby, don't forget it," he said winking. I mentally gaged. With some guys the cocky thing worked, but with him it was just creepy. He had short dark brown hair, small beady eyes and a thin nose.

"Yea... I think I'll pass," I replied, turning back towards the stairs. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back roughly. Panic rose inside me and my breath quickened.

"No you won't," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath hitting my cheek. I tried to pull away but his grip only tightened, making me wince in pain.

"Let. Her. Go," A voice growled from behind me. My head whipped around, my eyes landing on Noah. I looked at him in desperation.

"This isn't over," Dillon spoke quietly, releasing my arm from his grip. He pushed passed me and stomped down the stairs.

"Thank you," I said sincerely to Noah.

"You welcome," he replied with a understanding look, "Ignore Dillon, he's a creep and he tries to get with every girl her."

"I'll try," I replied with a hesitant smile. He flipped some of his light blonde hair of of his hazel eyes.

"Come on," He said, gesturing to the stairwell. I gave a small nod before following him down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass bowl from the pantry and filled it with coco pops and milk, taking a seat at the half empty table, deliberately sitting on the opposite side to Dillon.

"So how did you like training yesterday?" Joe asked me quietly. I gave him a smile.

"It was great! harder than what I'm used to though," I replied, pulling a face. I pushed my shoulder blades together, felling the mussels pull.

"My body hurts as well," I added.

"I had to take ice-baths for weeks when I first got here," Joe explained. I gave out a light laugh.

"Yeah, I can defiantly feel it," I replied, stretching my arms across my chest. I took my last bite of cereal.

"What's the time?" I asked no one in particular. Sam looked down at his small black watch.

"8:05," he said.

"What!" I leaped up from my chair, leaving my empty bowl on the table. I raced up both stairs cases and into my room, going strait to my makeup. I slapped on some light foundation, mascara and lip gloss all in under 10 minutes. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun I searched through my draws for an outfit. After deciding on a light blue skirt, a black singlet and a checkered open jacket top, I looked at myself in the full body mirror Alice had provided.

"I'm impressed," I complimented myself, before leaving the room and making my way back down stairs.

"Hey," I greeted Connor as I exited the hostels.

"Hey," he replied with a bright smile, "I see you've made up with Avery," Connor joked with a raised eyebrow, pointing up. I looked in the direction he was pointing in. Avery stood in the window, glaring daggers at me. I gave her an enthusiastic wave and a huge grin. She flipped me of, spinning on her heal and stomping away.

I laughed, "Yip, were besties," I replied sarcastically.

***

I walked into my third period class; math. I had been getting glares from girls all day, probably because of what happened with Connor yesterday lunch. The girls at this school really needed to get a hobbie. I spotted a certain brown haired smiling boy at the back of the class.

"Ryan, I didn't know you were in my math class," I called out. His head whipped in my direction. A look of surprise crossed his face.

"Hey," he replied with a bright smile. I walked over to were he was sitting with some of his friends. I sat down in the seat on his left, dropping my schoolbag at my feet. I noticed most of the girls craning there necks to get a good look at me.

"So who's this beautiful girl?" one of his Ryan's friends asked.

"Tyla, and she's off limits," Ryan replied sternly.

"Hey! I am not off limits," I protested.

"Well then, I'm Chase," Ryan's friend said, giving me a wink.

"Hi," I replied quietly. My eyes flicked to Ryan. He had his head leaning on his hand and was glaring at Chase.

"Hey are you coming to Darren's party on friday?" Chase asked.

"Tomorrow?" I asked dumbly.

"Yes tomorrow, I can take you if you want," Ryan said, finally looking at me. I gave him a thankful smile.

"That'd be great," I said truthfully. I hadn't been to many parties in New Zealand, and my friends never let me drink any way.

"Cool," He replied. I turned my body to the front of the class, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson.

"How did you do it?" A hight pitch voice asked. I turned to my left, my eyes landing on a girl with short blonde hair and pink brases. Two girls sat on either side of her, their eyes on me.

"Do what?"

"Get Connor AND Ryan to talk to you? They're the two most popular guys at school," She squealed. Her two friends nodded there heads in agreement. I mentally rolled my eyes. So that was why all the girls were staring at me.

"I don't know, like OMG I'm just like soooooo totally the luckiest girl in the world," I gushed, in an overly high pitched voice. The girls squealed and nodded in agreement, oblivious to the fact that I was making fun of them. I turned back to the front of the class just as the teacher stood up from his desk.

"Class, please get your books out and complete pages 18 to 21," he said before going back to typing on his expensive looking laptop. I let out a sigh before opening my bag and pulling out the large text book, flicked to page 18 and read the first question.

Hi, sorry this chapter so short! The next one will be longer. Please tell me what you think of my story!

~Tylaxx