Don't Even Bother

Ch 5. Chill

     "Stay still!" I hiss at Cris for moving while I did her hair. Swear to god I don't know when it was the last time that girl did her hair!

"Sorry.." She whispered facing the floor while I tried to undo the knot in her hair.

"Ugh for f*ck sake. What did I tell you about being a step over? Step up and tell me to STFU and keep working. I swear to god I hear you say sorry one more time, I'm going to beat the sorry out you personally." I warned her.

"So-- I mean shut up and keep doing my hair." She said this time sounding more confident.

"Yeah!" I said grinning down at her. "But don't you think is okay to tell me to shut up" I said playfully.

"Got it, be a bitch to everyone else except you."

"Yeap," I said popping the 'p'. "Now put on some skinny jeans with my tight tank top over there," I said pointing to my shirt on the bed. " And those combat boots you wore today."

"Got it." She said entering the bathroom.

While she was in the bathroom I grabbed a pair of black leather fingerless gloves and a black hat. 'Now all I need to do is do her make-up and take her to the gym. I suppose they have one in this damn school.' I thought with a stressed sigh.

She came out five mins later. She looked better now but not scary enough. "Here put this on," I said giving her the gloves and the hat. She quickly put it on and went to the chair so I could finish her make-up. I put her some black eye-liner and mascara along with some silver shadow to make her eyes darken. I gave her my chapstick so she can put it on, for the final touch.

When she was all done she stood up staring at her self on the mirror. Then said, "Let's go I'm ready to start kicking some butt." She said eagerly.

"Not so fast," I said stopping her at the door. "We are going to teach you how to fight first. Then you'll kick some ass." I said, then I remembered I don't know where the gym is. "Hey, do they have a training room here?" I asked.

"Yea the wrestling room." She said taking the lead out the hallway.

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She' s learning fast, and taking every suggestion into consideration. Which I appreciate because I'm not about to be stress out more than I already am, unworthy.

I trained her for hours non-stop, she didn't complain otherwise. I taught her some techniques and how to maintain balance when receiving a punch. When we were done she went straight to our dorm to take a shower. I, on the other hand, went into the garden to take some fresh air.

Then I felt my phone vibrating. I frowned, not expecting a phone call at frigging 12 pm. And yes I know I'm not supposed to be here but I need to cool off.

A private number? What the heck? I picked up the phone regardless.

"Who is this?" I asked bitterly to the person on the other line.

"Easy there Cat," said a deep rough voice on the other line. "If I were you I'll be careful how you talk to me from now on. We both know what I'm capable off so don't test my patience. Now though I told to come by today." I instantly knew who it was, and felt a rush of anger pass through my body.

"And who the fuck told you I was going to go in the first place, huh?" I asked through my teeth.

"Are you challenging my order, Cat!" He spat angrily now. He calls me Cat, reason being? I don't know. I honestly don't know how I got my self in this mess but I need to keep my family safe even if they don't give a flying shit about me.