License To Steal...Your Heart? - On Hold

License To Steal...Your Heart? - 7

Copyright © 2010 Agnes C.

Gillian

I wandered aimlessly through the mall, trying to kill some time. I walked through the food court, observing other people. Some had talents and some did not. You could tell by their talent necklaces.

Halfway through the food court, I decided to blend in, wanting some space on my own to think. As soon as I blended, I saw a group of guys all dressed in black at the corner of the food court. They were all huddled up, like they were holding some sort of meeting, speaking in hushed voices so I couldn't eavesdrop. I noticed one person held a black case, like a business briefcase. It was the size of a laptop, and he was clutching it tightly.

I crept a little closer and hid behind a pole. I poked my head out just in time to see a blond girl open the case. Her back was facing towards me and all I could see were her soft, shimmery locks cascading down her back. She looked vaguely familiar, but I brushed the feeling away. I moved my head a little further to the right and I gasped at what I saw. In the case, contained five talent necklaces, all with four stones, symbolizing four talents.

I gaped at the sight before me. Only the Talented Four have four talents! Then it hit me. The thieves! They must have stolen them! I quickly whipped out my cell phone and called Sebastian. Sucking up all my previous pride, I pressed the call button to my doom.

"WHAT THE H*LL GILLIAN?!?!" Sebastian screamed into my ear. Hello to you too, I thought as I pulled the phone away from my ear and cringed.

"Okay, worry about that later! Right now, I think I found the people who stole the Talented Four's talent necklaces!" I half whispered half shouted.

"Oh, ya. Like I'm so going to fall for that!" he said, obviously not seeing the truth to my words. I sighed in frustration.

"Okay, well, I'll send u a picture then. Oh, c'mon! Why would I lie about this? We don't have time for a picture!" I said, my voice speeding up.

"Gillian, I have every right not to trust you!" he said viciously.

"I know, I know, I know, but you have to trust me on this. Please?" I pleaded, using my absolute last resort. I could practically see him rolling his eyes at me.

"No." he said firmly, the tone in his voice confident of his decision.

"But-"

"Ahem" I was interrupted by someone who tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a guy dressed in black. Oh sh*t...

"Hi?" I said meekly before getting punched in the gut.

"Oof," I said, clutching my stomach.

"Gillian? Hello? You there?" I heard Sebastian call out from my cell that had fallen to the floor. I tuned him out and focused all my attention on the chunk of meat

standing before me. Okay, this is you time to practise your defend skills, I reminded myself. His left bicep twitched and I immediately dodged to the left, just

missing his swinging arm. As he swung, he missed and took a step forwards, stumbling on the unexpected empty space. That gave me an opening as I aimed

my fist into his side, and ducking as he aimed another swing, this time at my head.

Sweat poured over my body like Niagara Falls, my hair sticking to my forehead in sticky, wet strands. I jumped back, his fist merely inches away from my face. We had made our way outside of the mall, mainly him running after me. I weaved my way through the cars, my breath coming out in gasps. I stopped for a second, hidden by a truck, to catch my breath. Both hands on my thighs, I bent over, closing my eyes in exhaustion. He sure does pack a punch, my mind weakly stated.

From behind me, I heard a rustling sound as I snapped my head around, only to be met by a bone-crushing kick on my ribs. I heard a distinct crack as black dots danced before my vision, creating a dizzying, distracting effect. I mentally willed myself to heal faster, but my heal talent only goes so far. I wrapped one arm around my torso, and grimaced at the pain. Behind the guy, I spotted a garbage can, one made out of metal. Perfect, I thought as I distracted him, blocking punches and attempting to get some in. using control and the remainder of my energy, I lifted the garbage can and threw it on top of his head, taking a step back.

As soon as the garbage can made contact with his head, he fell to the ground, unconscious. I sighed a breath of relief.

Walking to Sebastian's car, I used blend, not wanting to deal with the stares of my injured condition. I slumped in the driver's leather seats and started the ignition. Not having a destination in mind, I drove back to the manor. As I drove up the drive way, I shut the car and sat there, staring mindlessly at nothing. My brain seemed to go into shut down mode as I remembered the last words the man had grumped out before he had passed out.

"You're next on our list; Addison guarantee's it."

Sebastian had made his way out and started shouting at me, not noticing my blanked out state and my injured condition. Finally, several minutes later, he seemed to have noticed that I had tuned myself out of the world, and shut myself down.

Liar, liar, liar, liar... I kept repeating in my head. Addison would never do such a thing. She's my best friend and what does she have against the Talented Four? Or eight in this case? Well, I can understand Sebastian, but Connor and Evan? Really? What does she have against us? Addison's not one to be jealous or overpowered by greed...is she? I'm pretty sure not.

I blinked a few times and realized I was back in the same room I was in when I woke up. How did I even get here? I wondered. I flopped back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I heard a noise at the door and glanced towards the doorway. I sighed, not really wanting to deal with his attitude.

He leaned against the doorway, making no move to come inside.

"So did you really meet the people who took the talent necklaces?" he asked, his voice having an air of not really caring. I mentally rolled my eyes and ignored him, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

"What do you think?" I grumbled to him, both exhausted and in denial. I could feel my ribs healing and it hurt like hell.

"I'm still mad at you for stealing my car," he said matter-of-factly. This time, I actually rolled my eyes and got up into a sitting position. After fixing my top, I glared at him.

"Why am I not surprised that you only care about the car and not the Talent necklaces?" I asked him, feverish. My temper was running thin after the encounter with the necklace thieves. Sebastian took a step back and raised his hands in the universal surrender position, a cocky grin slapped across his handsome features. Oh how much I would enjoy wiping that smirk of his face, replaced with the pain of his manhood. But I just sat there unmoving, not giving him that kind of satisfaction.

"I'm hurt," he said, placing a hand over his heart in mock display of affection.

"So am I," I responded, gesturing to myself. I had bruises and cuts all over my body, and the tank top did close to nothing to hide my condition.

"Well, you know, sex is a natural painkiller," he smirked as he took a step closer to my bed. I bore holes through his eyes, testing how far he dared to go.

"So is knocking someone out," I challenged. He lifted a dark brow and widened his smirk. He took another step forward, leaving only about half a meter between me and him. I mentally sighed. I was not in the mood for his games.

I suddenly rose up from the bed and swept past him, my featured unreadable as he followed me with his electric blue eyes, with a considerable amount of intensity. Turning around at the door way, I met his eyes.

"I'm going to take a shower. Oh, and by the way, you might want to stay away from you ex-girlfriend, unless you want to come to this," I said, pointing to my bruised and battered body. With that, I swiftly turned around and made my way to the bathroom, leaving Sebastian to ponder in his own thoughts.