Warrior

16(Like what you see?)

Time.

Time was all I could think about as the hours progressed slowly through the day. Two days ago we said it was a little over 48 hours from that afternoon that things had been discussed. Now it was down to a measly 7 hours left until our plan would hopefully come to an end. Only time would tell at this point.

Time.

The word was starting to piss me off just thinking about it. Why did everything have to correlate with a number? It's time to do this or maybe at another time we can do something. The thought process was causing me to glare at the alarm clock that sat on my desk, wanting to randomly have powers so I could stare at the clock and maybe make it internally combust. At least burst into flames or something.

I rolled my eyes and fell back into my pillows, gripping one and smothering my scream with it. My stress levels were through the roof and the shaking of my hands were just one of the many signs about how nervous I was. Jaxon had tried a lot of things to calm me, letting me know that everything would be okay and that our plan would work out perfectly, doesn't mean I'm not still nervous.

The knock at my door brought me out of my thoughts, jumping out of bed and unlocking it to let Bekah inside. Normally my door was wide open for anyone to just barge in, I had nothing to hide, but ever since Kendall made an appearance it's been easier to keep him at bay and away with a locked door.

Bekah skipped cheerily over to the middle of my room and spun around, her face plastered in giddiness.

"What's got you all cheery?" I muttered, raising an eyebrow in her direction and throwing myself back onto my comforter.

"Well," She paused, splaying her hands out in a dramatic fashion before continuing. "I just got word that the party tonight is supposed to be more formal than not. You know, cute guys in tuxes or button down shirts or something sexy like that. Ain't nothing bad looking about a man in a suit."

Her eyes stared off into the distance, fluttering her lashes like a girl who was star struck, or maybe she looked more like a ridiculous baby doll that closed it's eyes when you turned it up or down. I snickered to myself at the analogy, knowing that Bekah would kill me if I compared her to one of those creepy dolls.

"Alright so formal party, hot guys, anything else?"

Bekah rolled her eyes at me and plopped down on the other side of the bed, throwing her legs in an Indian style while still facing towards me. "You could be a little more excited by the prospect of potentially single guys for me. Just because you're taken doesn't mean that I still don't need my wing woman."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not-"

Bekah held her hand up to quiet me and I pursed my lips, keeping my arguments to myself. "I know you said that you and Jaxon were over but, that doesn't mean you're single. I can tell you've still got your heart with him, whether you mean to show it or not. I know you. There's barely anything you can keep from me."

I hid the scoff with a cough, reminding myself that Bekah knew nothing about my fighting experience.

"That includes your MMA fights Quinn." I did a double take at her words, wondering to myself if I had accidentally spoken my thoughts out loud.

Bekah stood and stretched her arms above her head. "You really think you can hide that from me? I'm not that dumb." She snickered at herself before walking towards the door and pausing at the door frame. "I'm not sure why you hid that from me but I don't care. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy."

My smile showed her how genuinely happy I was to have her in my life before she turned and left the door frame. I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face before I jumped slightly as Bekah came back in. "Oh! I forgot the main reason I came in here."