Chapter Seven
Quincy
The next morning, I wake up at five like I usually do, get into my other set of clean clothes and put everything of mine (I've commandeered the sleeping bag. Mine now) into my bag, and I put my earphones into my iPhone, listening to evanescence, as I go for a run. I eventually find Blake's cabin thanks to the map Joni gave me, and I knock on his door quietly and wait. Looking at my watch, it is six o clock by now. Well, it seems I suck at finding places quickly. Let's add that to my list of talents.
A shirtless guy answers the door, looking pretty groggy. "Blake, I told you to stop that damn alarm clock!" he yells over his shoulder, without even looking at me yet. Well, at leastr I'm in the right place. I heard a groan, a couple shuffling noises, and the beeping noise stops. Another groan, more shuffling, and the sound of someone hitting a bed. It seems Blake isn't really a morning person. "What do you- wait whoa! Dude, there is a chick on our doorstep at six a.m." he opens his eyes properly, blinks a bit, then goes all wide eyed." And a HOT chick too! Where are my manners, please, come in, it's cold out there." He says, being all gentlemanly and bowing, while shuffling out the way and opening the door wider. At the mention of hot, Blake has sprung up and appeared over the other boy's shoulder.
"Joni, what are you-oh, hi Q." Blake greets me, as the other boy closes the door behind me. I decide to ignore that, and get a better look at shirtless guy. He's pretty buff, super pale, and has jet black hair. Cute. He even has emerald green eyes. I'm immediately glad I hadn't pulled down my hood yet, so they can't see me blush. "Hey Blake. Joni said I should go find you in the morning. She said you are going to be showing me around." I smile at him quietly, pulling down my hood. Other boys around the cabin are waking up now, pointing and whispering. Honestly, they are acting like such girls. I take off my eskimo-style hoodie, and shove it in my backpack. As my long hair falls around my shoulders, I realise I haven't cut it in too long, and it falls down to mid-thigh. Oh crap. Well, nothing to do about that now. Shirtless guy is staring at it. I hastily go to tie it up, when Blake grabs my arm. "Don't. It's beautiful. Like you." And smooth-guy Blake kisses me on the cheek. In front of oh, I don't know, nearly fifty other guys. I grin shyly at him, and thank him. The cabin erupts in sound.
"So Blanket has found himself a girlfriend has he?" one cocky guy jeers. Blanket? I need to find out the story behind that one. I whip around to the direction the voice came from, and throw a dagger I pulled out of Blake's sheath, pinning the guy to the wall by the material of his pants, just below his crotch. Silence. Brilliant, I have them all where I want them.
I saunter over to the boy, draw the dagger slowly out of the wall, and I look at it. It's absolutely beautiful. Swirling patterns are engraved all over the weapon. I'm regretting throwing it now. "Don't bother Niro, she actually is my girlfriend." I hear Blake growl. I whip around, to see shirtless guy, aka, Niro, come up behind me, and attempt to take the dagger. I dance over to Blake, and he surprises me with another kiss on my forehead, scaring me, and I drop the beautiful dagger. It clatters to the ground, but I am too stunned to notice. What the hell is up with the guys here? "he then smacks my ass. In retaliation, I punch his gut and tell him not to do that, ever again. Niro Smugly grins, and one of the other guys comments that 'HE wouldn't do that to a lady'. Another says 'Damn. Shame she has Blake, otherwise, I'd tap that.' A third says 'if she didn't have Blake, I'd be her boyfriend.' Comments like these continue, until the room is filled with chattering, and scuffles are starting to break out. "CUT IT OUT!" Blake roars. He is obviously the leader around here, whether the other guys show it or not, because they all do. "Now, where are my manners?" he continues. "What manners?" I ask. The room erupts, once again in laughter, and Blake chides me. "Sorry, it's true, this is my girlfriend Quincy. She's a newbie." And once again, the cabin is loud with requests to show me around. "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!!" Blake roars again, and silence ensues once more. This is getting old. "I would be showing her around, but it seems I have a meeting to go to. Niro, could you please do the honours, seeing as you and Quincy hit it off?" there were groans of protest from the other boys in the room. Man, these guys are really girl-deprived. Niro appears by my side, and I give a slight start, realising that now my anger is gone, I cannot talk in front of all these guys. Frustrating. My voice catches in my throat, and Blake gives me a quick peck on the cheek goodbye, before handing me the dagger and sheath, and strapping it around my waist. A chorus of gasps comes from the room around me, and Niro explains, subtly whispering in my ear. "He never lets anyone touch that. No one knows why. It means you are crazy precious to him."
I hug Blake, and hiss in his ear, why won't he come out and show me around himself. He shakes his head discreetly, and mouths 'work'. Oh yeah, he's a doctor. Then, Niro grabs my hand, and tugs me out of there. As soon as we leave, I look at my watch. Six thirty two. A damn waste of time. Niro seems to have forgotten a shirt, and is handed one by Blake, before he closes the door behind us, giving Niro an obvious warning look. Niro shrugs and pulls on the shirt. It's a plain black tee, nothing special, except it's tight, showing off his muscles. I look him up and down in satisfaction, and he seems to notice. Damn shame. I blush and look away, confused and embarrassed by the scene that went on in the cabin.
"Hi. I'm Niro." He says warmly, and I shake his outstretched hand. After the mushiness in there, I am glad to escape, and I take off running, in any direction, not caring where I go. I hear loud footsteps behind me, and remember Niro has to show me around today. I sprint up a nearby oak tree, and sit on a fairly strong branch, swinging my legs just as Niro appears next to me. I fall backwards from fright, and he catches me. I thank him breathlessly as he pulls me onto his knee, and he explains how lessons go, and how things work around here.
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AdventureQuincy Archer is a normal kid. well, as normal as you can get, when you're an orphaned genius, who has been around the world solo at least twice, has no bellybutton, and whose hair grows two inches a night. Typical sixteen-year-old. school, boyfrien...