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He throws a right handed punch, but I deflect it and punch him in the stomach. I don’t hold back since I still have a lot of unresolved anger towards him. I move my right arm up around the right side of his neck and use my knee just under his ass and he falls to the ground. This move really only works if they come at you with their left arm, to grab you.
I hold my hand out to help him up. “You know, you really should wear more clothes. It’s very distracting.”
“Is my skin distracting you, Jolie?” he jokes. I roll my eyes at his audacity, but something else catches my eye.
“When did you get that?” I ask, pointing to a fresh tattoo of an anchor on the side of his neck. It’s really small and looks like it was to fill a small gap.
“Kai did it a few days ago.”
“Kai can tattoo?”
“He can. And so can Chester. He doesn't do many tattoos, though. He is kind of weird about it but he's amazing at it, so we all generally just go to Kai. He is more than willing to do anything.”
“Did Kai do Creed’s back tattoo?”
“No, Chester has done all of Creed's tattoos. They have some kind of freaky bond. Plus, Kai loves colour, hence why we're all covered in colourful tattoos.”
I drop the conversation there and we get back to running through a few more techniques to take an attacker down. I know these lessons are for my benefit, to start from the basics, but he seems to forget that I learned all of this growing up and now that I remember it’s only a matter of practising.
**
The entire day dragged on, but the last bell of the day finally rings and I head straight to the science building. I think I have found a way to get close to Chester. He has been the hardest to try and work out.
I know Creed can read me but his passion is dead people and I didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up when I asked to cut someone open. Brennan, Trace and Kai I have spent some time with already and I can easily read them. Chester is the enigma; where Marlow was mellow, Chester is different, darker. I can see his pain lurking behind his whiskey coloured eyes.
I don’t make it to the staffroom when I hear voices coming from inside a classroom. I poke my head in and see Chester with a student pressed up against the wall, his hand wrapped around his neck. He must hear me gaspbecause he turns his head slightly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell rushing towards him. “You’re going to kill him.”
I try to pry Chester’s fingers from around the guy's neck, but fail miserably. “Let him go.” I demand.
Chester releases his fingers and the kid falls to the floor, gasping for breath. “Get out of here and make sure you keep your eyes to yourself or next time you’re going to wish for death.”
The kid doesn’t say anything, he just scrambles to his feet and runs from the room. Chester and I stand in a stare off, I blink first.
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”
“No.”
“You were going to kill him.”
“So.”
“Are you fucking insane? First you kill your brother, now students at the school. What is wrong with your head?” I throw my hands up in exasperation.
“You’re what’s wrong with my head. You’re in there so damn deep and I can’t get you out. Do you know what it’s like to have no control over the way you feel about someone? You’re a fucking stranger to me now and yet there you are consuming my thoughts.” He says as he moves in closer to me. “I can smell your cherry blossom and toffee apple scent whenever you’re near. It’s driving me insane. I close my eyes and your beautiful ocean coloured eyes stare back into my damn soul. I can’t escape you. I never asked for this.” His chest presses up against me and I can feel his heart pounding against my breasts.
I feel it too and I hate myself for it.
“Do you know how sick it made me feel as a teenager to love you, a young girl? We were told we were your protectors but my heart literally ached to be with you. That fucked with my head, you were a little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl anymore.” I whisper. And now I realise I’m going to have to use my body to get close to them, though I’m sure Brennan would have warned them already. I never had training for seducing someone, it came naturally to me and sex was a way to feel loved, but I need Team Zeus on my side to take down Mr. Z. They hold all the knowledge and have years of research, but they're not going to tell me shit unless they can trust me.
Chester’s hands slide up my face and his thumbs hook behind my ears as he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Our mouths move together starting off slowly then the kiss quickly turns passionate. His tongue rubs against mine and the feeling of his tongue ring is foreign, but I don’t hate it.
He pulls away abruptly. “Fuck!” He swears, muttering a few words under his breath. “You’re damn good, I'll give you that.”
I snort. “You left yourself open. I’m not a little girl anymore was all it took.”
