Cracked

I thought I would be seeing black. Instead, my hand gripped a balcony enough to hoist myself on top.
I looked up, squinting, at a now awkward-looking Louis. I want to scream "HAHA, FUCK YOU!" At him, but I know that would only result in injury and/or dying.
So I don't cause any trouble, I throw myself on the next balcony and take a different route towards my room. I grip the pole on top of the window to make myself climb up enough to scramble towards another one.
I finally hoist myself on top of my own windowsill, and I open the window so I climb in and collapse onto the rug in a fit of coughing and hissing at myself.

God! He is such an asshole!
I take a deep breath as I get up, sit on the bed, seeing he's crossing into my window, and meeting my glance.
"Sorry to interrupt, actually, I'm not sorry," He gives me a fake smile. I cross my arms and sit upright.

"Please, please get out," I say quietly.
"Oh, sorry, babe, I couldn't hear you," He clicks his tongue as he comes closer into my room. I want to run over there and slam the window on his fingers, but I can't bring myself to do it.
"Why don't you say it a little louder?"

"Please, just leave," I croak. He grabs my arm, studying my face.
"No."

What I do next, I know I will regret it for the rest of my life. If I have a life after this, anyway. But he wouldn't hit a girl back, would he? Of course he would. He's Louis. He'll kill a kitten.
I slap him across the face, and he stumbles back.

"Fuck!"
He pushes me back on the bed and growls, punching my stomach, causing me to see stars. I gulp for air, as I jump up and with all the toughness I can muster, I kick him in the stomach.
"Shit," I murmur to myself as he hits me back, and I try to remember all the techniques the instructor told us we would be learning during the year, and try to imagine what they would look like.
But really, what would a "Dragon Heart" look like?

As I'm thinking this through, Louis charges at me and hits me so hard I slip to the floor, but quickly get up to cough and kick. My 2 K's. Well, cough doesn't start with K, but that's the dictionary's problem, not mine.

"Louis! What the fuck?!"
"Kalle! Are you serious right now!?"

I hear Jessa yell and some other people yell, and Jessa opens the window so that she and 4 other guys come tumbling in. Once again, they're the same boys in Louis's little group, and they keep him from murdering me - again.
Jessa comforts me as I cough and shudder.

"What happened!?" A blonde snaps. He looks innocent, with messy blonde hair and dark blue eyes, but I've learned not everyone here is as they seem. I can only assume he can hurt me if I lie.
"He barged in and fucked up Kalle's day," Jessa snaps, and looks at me to see if I agree. I shrug, coughing one last time as I grab a pillow to fiddle with while she continues.

"I'll go get you water," Jessa remarks.
No! Don't leave me with these bumbling asses!
They will bruise me.

I slowly turn my head to the group and awkwardly wave.
"You fucking - " Louis shouts before one of the boys slams his hand over Louis's mouth. I try to hide a chuckle, but instead I giggle slightly. He glares at me as though we're in court and he's the other lawyer.

"Hey, guys," A girl pops her head in. She has pale skin, black hair, and looks strangely alike to Jessa. "Oh, Louis, you're such a Romeo. Climbing into her window and all."

"MMMHPH!" Louis screeches, his face turning red. Never mind what I said about hating him climbing into my room. It's kind of hilarious now that you think about it, you know.

"And guys. Crossing enemy borders. Really?" She shakes her head sadly and glares at me - with the famous glare I like to call the Lawyer Stare. Again, she wears the same look Jessa wears when she's angry. I wonder if they're related?
"And you little whore, don't touch my twin sister. I don't want the Quiet Bitch touch to rub off on her then me." She laughs at her own joke. I guess Jessa and Unnamed Twin are twins, then.

"Jaylene. Get out." I hear Jessa flare as she throws me a water bottle. Me being my clumsy self, I almost tumble from her throw. See, that's how weak I am. Someone throws me a fucking water bottle and I fall off Mount Everest.
That brings on chuckles from Jaylene and the rest of the guys holding Louis so he doesn't brutally murder me.

"See you at combat, Jaylene." Jessa calls as Jaylene nods and pulls all the boys out. Before he hops out the window like a bird, he turns his head and growls at me.

"This isn't over."

"What did you mean by combat?" I ask nervously, trying to take my mind off his remark. But it's scary, the tone of voice Louis used, the piercing way his gorgeous eyes stared at me.
"Oh. In a couple weeks, we're going to have to fight each other. They pick your partners for you and you train. If you fight well enough, you get to offically be in ABB."

I mentally groan as I flop on the bed. "I'm never going to pass," I moan as I scratch my palm, chewing on my lip. Jessa grins, patting my shoulder. "Sure you will."

"You saying that made me your enemy," I joke, trying to muster up all the joking tones I can even if I'm about to explode on the inside.

"Then you're in enemy borders," She replies, copying her sister.

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