Chapter 35
I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder before straightening up and tightened the ponytail I tied my hair in. I got off the bike and took the keys out of the ignition, slipping them into my bag.
I was dressed in all black, a V-neck shirt that was loose enough to not constrict my movements and decent enough not to show any cleavage. There is no way in hell am I going to play dirty by exposing my boobs. That thought can go to hell.
I made sure to leave all my personal things that has initials, ID cards basically anything that can link to my life outside fighting back at the house to make sure that whatever happens today, stays here and wouldn't be knocking on my doorstep anytime soon.
I took out my payphone and called Levy while walking to where the noises came from.
"Hello?"
"Don't you ‘hello' me, you big oaf! Get your ass here! Where the hell are you anyway?" I voiced my thoughts irritably.
"Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?" He teased and I grumbled under my breath.
"Steven Fucking Moffat, that's what!" I seethed into the phone. It wasn't a lie, though. An hour before deciding that it was time to go, I watched the last episode of BBC's Sherlock Holmes and when the screen went black, I almost tore all my hair off my scalp in frustration.
Heck, I was so frustrated and annoyed that I started kicking everything; the vanity table, the bed in my room, the couch in the living room and the door on my way out. Basically, I unleashed my wrath on anything that was in my way.
"Must be some fucked up ass you got there if it got Moffat The Great wanting to rot in there," Levy muttered and I growled in warning. I was annoyed enough.
How long has it been, again? Three years? Fucking hiatuses; killing me every day.
"Okay, okay. I'm here! I see you," I turned around, cutting the call and tucking my phone back into the bag.
"What took you so long?" He grinned at me deviously.
"Miss me?" He mocked with a smug smirk, causing me to shudder and fake gag.
"You wish!" I stuck my tongue out at him and he looked stunned.
Okay, I may or may not have taken this test on how bad my mood swings can get back when I was a child and it may or may not have come out a little more to the positive side. Go figure.
The guy chose to not comment on it and just went along with it, smart dude.
"Let's go, we'll be late." Levy was already walking in long strides and since he was tall, he has these freakishly long legs and I had to jog to keep up with his pace. Yeah, that's how bad our height difference is.
I glared at his back when the small smirk made its appearance. He obviously knew that I was having a hard time catching up and he still wouldn't slow down.
And that's when I knew. Chivalry was extinct. I could picture my subconscious kneeling and sobbing over the death of the chivalry it has never gotten the chance to meet.
We made our way around the mini stadium, towards the back doors where a buff looking dude was keeping watch in front of the door. To say that he looked intimidating would probably be the understatement of the century.
His arms had a sleeve of tattoos crawling up underneath his shirt and reappeared on his collarbone and the side of his neck. His head was shaved clean.
"Passes?" He asked in a gruff voice and I immediately steeled my expression, whipping out the passes Levy gave me.
He shifted slightly and pushed the door open, letting us pass after inspecting the passes.
I stepped inside with Levy trailing behind me, his hand fell on the small of my back and I tensed up.
I trust Levy, but I still felt uncomfortable with the physical contact. He was a friend from the illegal side of my life and although I trust him to have my back, I don't trust him enough to know everything about me.
Walking faster, his hand dropped and I released a sigh of relief but that didn't last long after we passed a small crowd of people carrying a stretcher in a hurry.
They were wearing white shirts, a girl shouting out instructions behind them and they turned a corner in a quick blur, disappearing from sight.
"Should I be worried?" I asked aloud, turning to Levy and he shook his head, giving me what I think is supposed to be a reassuring smile.
"You'll be fine, Pix. You're the great Pixie, are you not?" He raised an eyebrow, daring me to challenge him and I gave him a small unsure smile instead, deciding to play along.
"That's it. Now, let's go over the rules here," He said as we entered a changing room and he shut the door close behind him. I took a seat on one of the stool and threw the bag off my shoulder and to the floor beside my foot.
I raised my eyes to watch him pace, ticking off the rules one by one with his finger.
