Aberrant

Chapter Five

So I updated a day early cause I'm going to busy during the weekend. This is honestly my favorite chapter, you know, out of the five that are there. The end of it was really fun to write. Enjoy weirdos ;P

Chapter Five

Going to school the next day is something I dread dearly. Only because I don't want to confront Quinton after he tried to kill me last night. So this is why I dragging out training this morning. I have a feeling Xander's getting very annoyed with me, by every sigh and dirty look he gives me.

"Can we do it again?" I ask fake-panting. I hold the bow in my hand in a defensive stance. Xander still making me practice combat because of Quinton. Xander rolls his eyes and groans for the fiftieth time today. That's the fifth time this morning we have practice bow combat. Every time I win by successfully knocking Xander down, but I still keep asking to redo it because, "I still don't get it."

"This is the fifth time today we have done this! You've perfected everything! There's nothing more to do!" He yells in frustration while pulling his tousled hair. I almost smile at how mad I'm making him, but then I remember I have to feign ignorance.

"Can you show me how to hold the bow again?" I ask innocently. Xander gives me a glare before running his fingers through his hair again.

"I know damn well that you know how to hold the bow." He states while looking at his watch. He's the only teenage boy that I know that actually carries a watch around. I move the bow into an awkward position and 'accidently' drop it to show how ignorant I am.

"Oops. I forgot." I say with a pout, looking at the bow on the ground. It's already seven thirty and usually we got done training thirty minutes ago. Xander just gives me another glare and picks up the bow. If looks could kill...

He shoves the thing in front of me and stands behind me. "Put your hands on the bow like this." He grabs my hand and puts it on the bow and takes the other to do the same. He spreads them out in a smart position.

"Spread your feet apart," He kicks my feet in position. "Keep your grip on the bow sturdy but flexible." He readjusts my grip on the bow and then looks at me when I turn my head back to face him.

"Got it now?" He asks sarcastically while looking me in the eyes. I stare back at him with a slight smile while he just keeps staring at me. We look at each other for the longest time until I break the silence.

"Oh my god, Xander! Are you wearing makeup?" I exasperate while dropping the bow so I could wipe the concealer under his eye off. He pulls back and puts his hands in front of his face.

"Pft, no! What are you talking about?" He asks nervously. He backs up enough that he hits the wall behind him. I keep him pinned against the wall with my knee digging into his legs and pry his hands away from his face.

"Cassidy, no! Stop it!" He yells. I roll my eyes and start to wipe the residue off his face. "NO! NO! FIRE! FIRE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He starts to scream. By then I had successfully wiped all makeup off. I gape at his face.

His right eye is bruised black and his nose is red with bruises surrounding it. I gasp as Xander tries to cover his face again.

"What happened to your face?" I ask while letting him go from the wall. He hides his face behind his hands and turns his back to me.

"Nothing. You didn't see anything." He says Jedi-mind-trick like with a wave of his hands. I roll my eyes and walk over to him, prying his arms away from his face again. I examine the bruises once more. They don't look fresh, maybe a couple of days old, so I couldn't have had done it last night. I touch the bottom of his eye softly and he flinches.