Lover Boy | Newt (Book 1)

~~ 14 ~~

Cyrah's P.O.V.

   After eating a delicious meal – obviously done by Yours Truly – and making a plan training plan, we headed to the weapons room.

   The plan consisted of training in partners, just for a bit, mainly with things like spears, daggers, and arrows, long distance weapons. 

   "Welcome to the map room, Greenie," Alby says, in a better mood than he was in this morning. It's kind of our fault, but I don't mind that much. The reaction was priceless. I wish I could ask the creators for a taping device and film it, girly screams and all.

   If only we weren't trapped in here, life would be a breeze.

   "Now I can come here without them mimicking me...instead, we'll do it the other way around!"

   "You're still on about that, Albert?" I grumble, shaking my head. 

   "Yeah. You owe me!"

   "For –––"

   "You don't have to say anything," Minho hastily says, covering my mouth.

   Me being me, I decide to lick it. Lucky for him, just as I stuck my tongue out, he pulled his hand away. 

   "Have your pick, guys," I say. "Be careful with them, don't swing it around and all of that." I'm trusting them to not sneak up on me and kill me, but who knows? Hopefully, things go as planned.

   Alby walks the daggars while Minho and Newt look at the spears. I turn around slowly, letting my eyes sweep over all the shiny weapons, each one made of metal and plastic and wood and materials that I don't even know the name of.

   I stop abruptly when the most magnificent wooden bow catches my eye (See above). It was a simple bow with a quiver of a dozen arrows. As if in a trance, I slowly walk to the bow, lightly feeling every centimetre of the wooden surface. This feels natural to me, and I grip the weapon like I've done it before, my left hand wrapped around the wooden handle, beneath the hole for the arrow.

   "I see you've found your first weapon," Alby comments. "I think I might try archery, too."

   "I'm gonna go for this spear," Minho decides, shifting a heavy-duty wooden spear which was tipped with a deadly point, the carved spearhead.

   "I'll try the daggers, then," Newt says, grabbing a few – obviously random – daggers. "Maybe I'll practise throwing fighting hand-to-hand combat or something, don't think I'll be much good at throwing."

   I walk over to Newt's corner of the room, studying his daggers. "I think you're doing it wrong. See, that one is best for throwing if you want to hit a side angle, or when it's closer. That one, the longer one with the black handle-piece, you would use it to fight in hand-to-hand combat. That one with the curved blade and narrower handle is supposed to be for long-distance throwing. It's heavier. If I were you, I'd practice the short distanced ones first, since they're lighter and you use less of your wrist." (No, this information is not reliable. I based it on logic rather than research, so don't use these unless you're in a serious situation. This may or may not work, considering all of the above is logical but not confirmed by reliable sources)

   "Bloody hell, Cyrah," Newt groans. "How do you know all of this klunk?"

   I shrug. "Don't know. Probably just something from before. Maybe I used to hunting with my family or something..."

   "Yeah...I think I'm gonna try spears instead, after your dagger lesson, those knives don't look as appealing. Too complicated for me." Newt walks over to the spears area, eyeing the vast arrangement of metal, bamboo, and wooden spears.

   "I think..." Newt gives all the spears a good look-over. "This one. It could work for both jabbing and throwing?"

   Minho makes a face and hands Newt a bamboo spear. "No, Dude, this is the lighter version, you would jab and throw in angled directions with this. See the spearhead? And the metal ones are for long distance. The spears are classified on how they spin."

   "Seriously?" Newt practically screams, his frustrated voice echoing strangely in the dark room. "What were you two before this, army directors?" Nonetheless, he takes the offered spear from Minho.

   Minho smirk. "You wouldn't know." 

   "Let's go, guys," Alby says, beckoning towards the door. "We don't have all day."

   "Actually, we do," I retort pointedly.

   "I hate you," Alby grumbles.

   "Love you, too." I see Newt tense at this. Huh? Did he and Alby get into a fight or something?

   "You wanna be my partner, Cyrah?" Alby offers.

   "Wow, so much for 'I hate you'," I mock, sticking my tongue out.

   "Shut up!"

   "Nuh-uh, manners."

   "No, Cyrah's gonna be my partner," Newt argues. "I can't do klunk without her."

   "Um...no. I think I'll partner with Minho instead," I mumble, managing to successfully sneak out the door.

   "YEAH!" I hear Minho scream from inside. "See? You shuck-faces –––" 

   I poke my head in, just to catch Newt shoot Minho daggers with his eyes. If Newt's aim with real daggers was as good as his eye murdering, I'd say whatever's outside has no chance. Though not having me as a partner isn't that bad, so...I have no clue what's up with Newt lately.

   "Come on!" I shout, interrupting Newt's continuous dagger feast at Minho.

   "Coming! Gosh!" All three grumble at once.

   "You know, if it wasn't for the fact that you three look so different, I'd say you guys are triplets!" I mock in my best baby voice (which I thought was pretty good), giggling. 

   "Shut up!" All three blurt simultaneously.

   "I refuse to be siblings with those two shanks!" Minho adds.

   "I mean, I wouldn't mind being siblings with Alby. Or Minho. Newt? I don't know."

   "Oooooo!" Minho and Alby squeal. Wow. I can't believe this. ALBY knows how to squeal? "Did you hear that, Newt? Feeling better, now? Still mad at Minho?" Huh?

   "Shut your holes," Newt groans.

   "I change my mind," I mutter. "I don't want to be siblings with you shucked up shuck-faced shanks. You'll infect me."

  "Thanks, Sis," Minho sighs. "Let's go."