THEA

Chapter Four

As the sunshine floods through my windows I groan and roll over, not wanting to get up. I feel the covers being thrown off my body, and cold water being thrown on my body. I dart up and grab the person's throat and aim the knife that is always under my pillow at their chest, a bad habit I have grown to do when someone unknown comes. Damon's pointed look meets my eyes, and I give him a sheepish look, oops. He rolls his eyes at my reflex and throws the knife of the bed before hugging and swinging me around. I let out a chuckle, oh how I've missed my best friend.

"Okay, but seriously Thea, a knife?" I give him a sheepish grin before putting my hands up like I have no idea what he's talking about.

"It's just a habit, and you scared me, what was I supposed to do?" He rolls his eyes at me before throwing a blanket on me, because I forgot I was wet.

"I'll get you for that, you turd." He mumbles a 'mhm' before heading to the kitchen. Excitement flows through me because I know he's making me breakfast, and he's a chef. I do a little dance before hopping in the shower, which I didn't need to because I got one last night, but I am soaking wet and very cold so I think it is necessary. I finish quickly and change just as fast, the smell of food floating into the bathroom.

I sprint out and see my favorite, pecan brown sugar pancakes, homemade syrup, and fruit. A large smile overcomes my face as I see it all, my stomach grumbles loudly and I give Damon a sheepish grin. He shakes his head before he hands me the plate, which I gladly dig into.

"All that fighting makes a girl hungry, huh?" My hands stop moving, a piece of pancake dangles from my fork. I give him a 'what are you talking about' face, which he doesn't by.

"I stopped, you know that," I lie smoothly, a tactic I've acquired that becomes very useful. He looks at me like I'm stupid.

"Oh no there's another fighter called The Canary that fights exactly like you and beat Death Stroke last night at the underground fight club you 'used' to fight at?" I glare at him, which he reciprocates.

"Oh come on! I tried! I have the need to fight! It's in my bones and in my blood. I simply can't. And you know why I fight."

"That's over. You don't need to keep fighting because of that, you can easily protect yourself now, you've proven that."

"I do it for the money Damon. And you know who it goes to. I can't stop fighting, and we both know that." He sighs before placing his face in his hands and runs them down his face before coming towards me. He puts his large hands on the side of my face before kissing my forehead.

"I should tell you to be safe, but in all honesty I'm more worried about the people who fight you." I let out a loud laugh, which fills the silent house. He gives me an award-winning smile that would make any girl weak at the knees, but I was immune to him, after all he was only my best friend. Glancing at the clock he pushes me out of my seat and towards my room.

"Get changed into something more business-like, you'll be late, hurry," I roll my eyes at him and shoo him away from me. I grab a pair of comfy dark jeans, a thin yellow silk tank top with a black blazer and flats. I walk out and do a spin for Damon and put my hands in the air for dramatic effect. He starts clapping loudly and wolf whistles, making me laugh.

"Looking good, Red." I glare at him because he knows I hate that nickname with a passion. He laughs and just walks towards his car, which was a beautiful red BMW, which he named Thea, but only because I forced him to.

I hop on my bike, and start speeding down the road, the purr of Damon's car behind me. Twisting the throttle, I start going faster, which makes Damon honk his horn at me. Worried much? I laugh, even though he won't hear me, but I'm sure he knows I am. We finally reach Busy Bee and I jump off my bike, and turn it of quickly before running into the store.

"Brianna!" She gives me a funny look before turning back to Ms. Margret and whispering something. Did she not recognize me? Ms. Margret laughs and whispers something back, which makes Bri's eyes widen.

"Thea?" I nod and she laughs. "I couldn't tell with your helmet still on." I realize I am still wearing it, so I take it off and set it aside. She hugs me tightly and I swing her around.

"I've missed you bff," She says to me through her laughs. Her eyes soon narrow on something behind me, or someone.

"Damon." She growls, her arms dropping to her side as she turns. Damon looks guilty and turns to the side.

"What happened? The last time I saw you guys you were best friends, we're all friends." Bri shakes her head and walks away. No explication?

She keeps glaring at Damon as if he is someone who killed her puppy. What did I miss? Damon doesn't move, or take his eyes off of Bri. Both of them are holding so many emotions. Bri, hurt and anger, and Damon, guilt and shame. I shake my head, these two.

"I'll see you at your house later tonight Thea," she spits, her eyes never leaving Damon. He hangs his head and sits down behind the counter. The bell chimes as she walks out and Damon lets out a defeated sigh. I walk over to him, and put my hands on his shoulders and set my head on his, trying to comfort him.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes and I realize I'll have to interrogate Bri later. The bell chimes again, but I didn't look up, assuming it was Bri, but a cough brought me out of my trans.

"I'll be with you one moment," I don't look up and I push Damon towards Ms. Margret, who was ogling at something. I turn to help the customer, when my breath catches in my throat. It's him.