Don't Be The Hero

Nine

Nina pov

I woke up way earlier than Jack, feeling tiered cause the drugs still haven't warn off yet. I will get him for this sooner or later. It was still black outside but Jacks clock flashed 5:00. Getting up and stumbling across the hall to my room, I changed my clothes into the nicest clothes I could think of, which happened to be my blue shorts and a random tank top. It happened to be yellow. I was searching for my boots when I realized that Jack must had taken them off me before bed. I snuck back to Jack's room. Sneaking around in the dark, looking for my boots I hit my foot on the edge of the bed. Jack bolted up and grabbed a nearby thing, and raised it before turning on the lights. He had picked up a baseball bat.

I held up my hands.He rubbed his eyes and dropped the bat.

"Sorry. Bad dream. What're you doing?" he asked sitting on his bed, running a hand through his hair, leaving it spiked up.

"Forgot my boots," I said holding them up in one hand. "Get up your doing tours today to. I said shutting the door behind me. Going down to the kitchen I pulled on my boots and grabbed some breakfast. Dad was sitting with his feet on the table, multi tasking like normal. While reading the paper he said, "New kids coming at six thirty, Victor's out back."

"Thanks." I say grabbing some waffles. I think staying clear of all muffins and cupcakes is a good plan for now. Walking out back I met Victor by the tree. "What's the event?" he asked.

"New kids. Tour guide. These are the best clothes I got." I say going over to my punching bag. After a couple strikes the sleeping drugs start to take over. I lean against the bag trying not to fall asleep. I pinch my arm until it starts to bruise, but I'm still starting to slip back into sleep. So carful not to get any blood on my shirt, I stab myself in the arm. My mind clears as the wound heals. Sheathing my claws I look down at my arm. "Aww come on!" there were a few drops of blood on my shirt. Whatever. I apparently can't have any nice things. Victor laughed at me. "Direct that anger, and punch me." I did as he said. Throwing a punch to his face, a kick to the ribs, hearing several snaps and crunches. He was on the ground. The timer on my phone buzzed. "I gotta change my shirt. Forty five minutes until new kids." I said leaving Victor in the dirt. Running up to the mansion, I ran into my dad and storm. Storm said to me before hurrying to the jet, "We're going to pick up the new kids, make sure Jack is up." I jogged alongside my dad, who had his newspaper and coffee in tow. "Can I have a sip?" I asked pointing to his coffee. "No, go change your shirt." he said hurrying after storm who had already started the jet.

Fifteen minutes later, wearing a like green tank top which was free of blood, I was banging on Jack's door, yelling.

"If I open this door and find you sleeping, you are going to be so-" I was cut off when the door opened and I fell into Jack. Who was only wearing jeans.

"What are you doing?" he asked me as he grabbed a shirt out of the closet. "Making sure you were up... What are you doing?" I ask. "I was taking a shower." He said starting to put on the shirt.

"Hey, you can't wear green if I'm wearing it." I say.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so." I said sitting on his bed. "Wear the red one." I say pointing to the t shirt hanging in the closet.

"But in a few hours your shirt will be red, and we'll match. Just like you don't want us to."

"Oh shut up. I don't care. If you want to wear the green one I'll go change mine." I say stomping across the hall.

While I was debating between my three choices, a black t shirt, a purple tank top, or a gray sweater, Annie comes in and sits on my bed. "Logan called, they'll be here in about twenty minutes... Remind me to take you shopping sometime." She said putting the sweater back in the closet.