Let Me Be Free

// 8 \\

Chey's POV

"Right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook," I repeat, feeling like some sort of drill leader or something. It was a pretty nice feeling actually, I felt superior.

BOW DOWN BITCHEEES. BOW DOWN BITCHEEES.

So far I've taught the guys the importance of always having eachothers backs, which lead into a long argument between Cameron and I. Me trying to explain that it's not LITERAL and that he shouldn't walk up to one of us in a fight and grab our backs or anything, and him saying that it's a stupid saying. Eventually the guys shut him up and we moved on to actually learning some moves.

I've taught them some stuff to do with their feet, and after practicing those moves repeatedly for about an hour, we're moving on to punches and stuff to do with our hands.

YOU NASTY PERVERTS PROBABLY THOUGHT OF THAT IN A DISTURBING WAY.

"Mkay, that looks good," I praise them and they all take that as a 'stop' so they all stop, panting a little.

"You guys are sissys. Do you ever workout?" I snicker at them and they pout at me.

"Hey, you try doing two hours straight of this stuff," Nash sticks his tongue out at me whilst speaking.

"Oh Nash honey, I do four hours of this stuff. Daily." I smirk at him and he shuts up immediately.

"I was thinking, we should be okay for being done for today, and tomorrow we can try some harmless fights between eachother?" I toss them each a bottle of water that we had saved from when the food was delivered at lunch.

They nod in response before guzzling the water down.

"By the way, do any of you know how to do like, acrobatic stuff? Flips? Handsprings? Rolls?" I look at each of them. "Without a trampoline," I add, knowingly.

"Kind of..." Aaron nods and soon the other guys nod slowly too.

"Those might come in handy in the heat of a fight, and they can look pretty freaking cool too," I smile, remembering some old 'harmless' fights I've been in.

"We can work on those too," I nod firmly and they smile in response, which I reciprocate.

It was all cut off though when the lights went out.

"You boys better go wash that sweat off, because no way in hell am I sleeping in the same room as five sweaty guys," I pinch the bridges of my nose and they all laugh before I hear their feet shuffle off towards the bathroom.

I sigh a little before sinking down the wall and letting my butt land on the floor.

I barely did anything today, and yet I was exhausted.

It must be because of my injuries still. I conclude.

About five minutes later the boys trickle out of the bathroom one by one, all getting into some sleeping arrangements on the floor.

"Tired?" I smirk up at Hayes when he comes trudging over, his eyelids drooping.

"And who's fault would that be?" He shoots back but a warm smile comes over his face.

"I don't know, whos?" I murmur, snuggling into his chest.

"Yours," His voice is light when he responds and for some reason my heart flutters a little.

He wraps his arms around me like usual and I rest my hands on his chest as he leans up in his usual position on the floor. I feel like such a little suck when I feel things like this, but it's true. I felt somewhat safe, no matter the situation we were in. I felt like nothing in the world could hurt either of us, and I felt like, for once, somebody cared. Because for once, somebody did.

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"COME ON PRINCESSES GET YOUR ASSES UP," I shouted for about the fifth time. It hadn't always been that phrase in fact it's escalated quite a bit since the first four times I've tried to wake them up. It started with an innocent;

"Wake up,"

Then went into phase two, when nobody moved a muscle.

"Hey, Guys, Get Up."

Phase Three.

"HEY,"

Phase Four...

"GET UP, SERIOUSLY,"

And now, phase five.

"COME ON PRINCESSES GET YOUR ASSES UP!" This seemed to wake a few of them because I saw three different pairs of eyes blink open once before quickly closing again.

"I saw that," I warn, but they keep their eyes squeezed shut, trying to block me out no doubt.

"Alright. I see how it is... We can just go back to sleep then..." I say quietly but once they seem to relax I pounce on my closest victim, which just so happened to be the innocent Shawn. Who I will admit, had opened his eyes, so he deserved it.

"SHAWN. SHAWN. SHAWN. SHAWN." I repeated like an annoying alarm clock.

I grasped a hold of his shoulders while I sat on his stomach, my legs crossed and I shook him vigorously.

"Chey, MA GAWD." He groaned and shoved me off of him, but I just crawled right back on top, continuing my previous action.

"Okay, okay, I'm up," He raised his hands in a surrender and pried his eyes open, glaring at me which just made me laugh.

"Good, now help me wake up everybody else!" I chirped and he rolled his eyes but couldn't keep the smile off of his face while he pushed himself up.

He copied my actions and jumped on top of Aaron, shaking him vigorously and mimicking my voice. I giggled and jumped onto Hayes. He was still leaning up against the wall so I jumped into his lap, my legs crossed and I grabbed ahold of his shoulders like I'd done with Shawn.

"HAYE-" He cut me off, grumbling and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into a death grip. My cheek collided with his chest and I giggled a little.

"Hayes," My voice was muffled by his arm and he just tightened his grip, resting his chin on top of my head and I could feel him smiling, while he continued trying to sleep.

"Hayees!" I whined and poked at his stomach.

"Whaat?" He mocked.

"Wake uppp," I rolled my eyes at his failed attempt to mimic me.

"Nope."

I sighed at his stubborness.

"Fine, then I'll just be cuddle buddies with Shawn tonight.." I threatened, a smirk growing on my face.

"Fine. I'm up," He huffed and I laughed victoriously.

"Good." I crawled out of Hayes' grasp to see Cameron and Nash wrestling. What a surprise. Note the sarcasm.

"Bois. Save that for later," I rolled my eyes playfully at them and they pulled apart, blinking innocently at me. I laughed and began to walk towards the door that had those three trays sitting there with breakfast, like any other day. But before I could get there I felt two hands on my shoulders and I could recognize the scent of Cameron. That's not the only thing that gave him away though,

"Not much you can do now," I could hear the smirk in his voice, but that only caused a smirk to grow on my face, because little do these boys know, that there was actually a lot I could do now.

I grasped my arms on his wrists, keeping a firm hold on them and I swung myself into the air, jumping and executing the perfect back walkover, just using Camerons hands as the 'floor' this time. As I was in the air, I switched one hand at a time, placing my hands on Camerons shoulders instead, and as I landed behind him perfectly, I applied pressure to his shoulders, forcing him over onto the ground.

"You couldn't have been more wrong," I smirk at his bewildered expression and I kiss his cheek quickly before releasing my grip and stalking over to the food.

I stand beside the tray and spin around, popping my hip out and smiling sassily at the impressed looking boys, and Cameron, who still looks like he's trying to comprehend everything that just happened while resting back on his elbows and forearms now, gazing at me with interest in his eyes.

"Who's hungry?"