My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Seventeen

Frost and I trained for the most part of the day. I thought I was actually going to die a couple times, but Frost keep on at me.

We did loads of cardio and stretches. I was surprised at how limber Frost was. I always considered myself to be flexible, but Frost looked like he should have been part of the Cirque du Soleil performance.

He took me to the gun range. I hadn't really handled a gun before and I had felt very awkward at first. But once I lined up my first target, it felt like part of my hand. I hit every target Frost sent my way.

Frost couldn't keep himself from looking impressed. He told me that I was the first ever newbie to impress him with gun skills. We had finished training before dusk.

I sat at the mirror table looking at my reflection. I didn't know what to wear or how to put up my hair. The joys of being a woman.

I eventually settled on a small cream dress. The cream boldest covered in a tasteful amount of sequences, singed me at the waist and flared out into a full circle skirt. It fell down to mid-thigh. The high neck line allowed me room for a short dress. I didn't see it as racy dress, I thought it was cute. If I were any taller, the maybe it would be a little bit racy.

I didn't do much to my hair. I let the natural waves do their thing by pulling it all to one side and using a couple pins to hold it in place. I sprayed a little hair spray to hold my fringe and a few strays.

I opted for minimal make up. A light dusting of bronze eye shadow, mascara, base and tinted gloss.

After a couple takes in the mirror, I felt as satisfied as I was ever going to be. As I was closing my door, Cain suddenly appeared at my side, causing me to squeal like a little girl and stamp my foot. I looked up at him, his face still blank. "You look nice," he said plainly.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a little awkward, tugging at my dress.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his blank mask slipping around the edges. But I couldn't tell what emotion was showing through.

"I am going on a date," I hesitated, "with Frost."

"Thought you didn't date," said Cain, giving me the full weight of his eyes. I could now see the emotion. Pain. He quickly looked away. When he turned back to me, his face was blank, but his true blue eyes still held the hurt. "Are you ok," I asked. I knew he wasn't, but I couldn't understand the sudden hostility and pained looks.

"I am fine," he said in his knew tone of choice. Flat. I knew he wasn't fine. Not F.I.N.E like me. Fucked up Insecure Neurotic and Emotional. Or maybe he was and I just haven't see it until now. Though that didn't bother me. The world was full of F.I.N.E people.

He pushed passed me and walked away, leaving me to stand alone in the quiet hallway. We hadn't resolved anything. Things were just a little more awkward. But I didn't have time to dwell on it, I had a date with a silver fox, or was that silver wolf? Or did it even count because he was young? I shrugged it off and made my way down to the foyer, where we were to meet.

The sight I saw as I descended the stairs almost took my breath away. Frost stood there at the base of the stairs wearing a deep purple dress shirt that hugged at his biceps and shoulders. He paired it with black jeans that looked as if they had never been worn before and his hair was combed and styled in a modern comb over. He looked damn fine, making me feel like a total frump.

He grinned at me as I stepped down to his level. "You look amazing," he said, holding his arm for me to take.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I said, linking my arm with his. Was I blushing again?