Page 8 of Black Onyx
“Cause I can.”
“I’m starting to think that you’re not quite what we judge you to be,” Reaper mutters.
“No shit.” Rival replies.
“For fuck sake, Farren!” My uncle suddenly yells, appearing from the same door we came out from. “How many times do we have to have this conversation? Stop blowing shit up!”
“This is a regular thing?” Storm yells, just getting up off the ground as Loki starts bouncing excitedly.
“You told me to get rid of it?”
“Yes, in a normal way.” He replies, trying to hide his amusement.
His look darkens as he sees my stitched lip.
“You, okay?” He asks.
I see Rival studying us both closely. The guy is way too observant for my liking.
“I’m good,” I say, done with the conversation.
"Okay, we'll catch up tomorrow. I'm going to have to stay here and explain to the other teachers why there's a scorch mark on the lawn." He grins, this time not even trying to hide his amusement.
I nod and turn on my heel, walking back towards the school.
“Where are you going now?” Storm calls, sounding increasingly frustrated.
“To bed,” I reply, glancing at the dimming light.
“Don’t you want dinner?” Loki asks, frowning.
I tilt my head to the side, aware that I’m showing more emotion than I should be.
“Food?” I ask cautiously.
“That tends to be what people mean when they say dinner,” Reaper chuckles.
My frown deepens, not quite comprehending.
“Trouble probably only eats salads and food that costs more than most people's homes,” Storm sneers as he barges past me.
My anger rises again.
I’m getting sick of the fucking snap judgements.
Rival
Iwatch her as she glares after Storm. I’m not quite sure what’s crawled up his ass, but whatever it is, it’s preventing him from seeing what’s really going on and believe me, something is definitely going on. I admit that I had certain reservations about her at first, especially considering she’s so damn beautiful that she could throw this team into turmoil. I was expecting a manipulative, shallow, and entirely inexperienced woman.
What we got is someone who's overly cautious, is an incredible fighter, and she didn't even use her magic. I even got the feeling that she was holding back. I know for a fact that she let that punch through, but what I don’t understand is why? Pain doesn’t seem to bother her, and that worries me, so does the churning sick feeling in my stomach. Her shoulders and arms are covered in scars, and Supernaturals don’t scar that fucking easily.
Mystery surrounds her.
She looks confused by the simple offer of dinner, and I just can’t fucking stand it anymore. Storm wanted us to keep her at arm’s length, insisting that she’s not going to be around for long, and if we can convince her to leave, that would be better. I’m done though. There’s so much more going on here, and the spear has never made a mistake before. It's not just that though; I can’t deny the connection I feel towards her. It's not the same as the connection I feel with the others, but there’s no denying it, and I know they feel it too. That’s their problem. It scares the shit out of them.
“Come on. I’ll show you to the cafeteria.” I say, walking up to her and ignoring the others shooting me looks.
I’m right about this. I know I am.
