Too Late To Save Time

Fallon Flies

"See ya later, babe." He said smoothly while I exited the gym with Alex, who was braiding my hair back.

"You know I've always loved your hair it's so soft and silky and pretty." Alex said, pulling the braid tight.

"Dude, you have, like, the same color hair. And if you grew it out it would probably be just as soft and silky as mine." I reminded.

Probably? He questioned, but then seemed to remember that we had a cover.

"Why don't you have a hair tie? Come on Foggy work with me here! Now I need to use my special hair trick." He complained, wrapping and tucking my hair into some places, and pulling it out others. Somehow every time I end up with a beautiful braid bun very much unlike Princess Leia's. The triplets were entranced by the scene Alex was making. Lucas glared at the ground.

"Thanks, Aaron, but next time don't be a new york stylist." I ordered, shoving into him slightly. He draped his arm ove my shoulder and I reluctantly pulled away. Please God, let Eli be over this clingy state soon. "Sorry, loyalty to Eli." I mumbled. Alex placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled down at me.

"Totally understandable. And I hope you know that you'll get beaten to death if you enter the same arena as me." He said slyly. I elbowed him hard.

"We'll see."

"King! Clearse! Stop the roughhousing or you two will be in the same arena!" Mr. Daunts said sharply.

Hey, why'd you pick the last name King? I asked, careful to not let anyone but Alex into my head. He smirked and stayed silent. I glared ahead of me until we reached the arenas.

"Clearse and James, Sophia and Daniel, King and Kellie. Those are your pairs for the rest of the year when you're picked for the arenas. Rules for this week: you have to keep up a conversation with your opponent, and you can't use curses. Get it? Got it? Good. Go to a random arena and start your match when the horn blows." I followed Lucas to the arena and entered after him. A fireproof door slid down in replacement of the other one, and the glass dome around us was definitely flame-safe.

The horn went off and Lucas started the conversation.

"Aren't you a slut?" He said. It wasn't technically a curse...

"Aren't you betraying backstabber?" I counter, starting an electrically charged hurricane. Lucas ignored my words.

"Rolling around on the floor with some stalker you barely know in the seventh grade. Never thought you'd sink so low." Wow, this was perfect practice for what the real rebels will do in the real world.

"Never thought you'd sink so low as to ignore someone you've been chasing for over two months and then turn on them with hurtful words when they're having fun with their friends." I replied back, focusing all my energy to the hurrican to pound where Lucas was standing. He disappeared and appeared next to me.

"Time fae are good for other things too you know, we don't just start and stop time." He said, punching me in the gut. I doubled over, trying to breathe.

"Yeah but you're a good for nothing bastard." I wheezed, trying desperately to get oxygen in my lungs. He punched really hard.

"And, as said before, you're a slut." He replied with a smirk, bringing his fist to collide with me again. This time Alex invaded my head.

Stupid! Fight back! Not only with actions! USE ELI! THAT'S WHAT HE AGREED TO! I smirked.

"I don't need you." I stated, rolling away from his blow. "Not for moral support." I continued. Anger bubbled from the boy I like irrationally and he came at me. "And definitely not for a boyfriend. You know, if you're trying to hurt me worse because I'm angering you, does that mean you're abusive in a relationship?" I asked, my smirk growing as I attacked him with a gush of water to the back of his head. He stumbled towards me and I stepped away. I tsked. "And you know rape doesn't do anyone good." I tried to say, but it ended up strangled. I shouldn't have tried to toughen out a sore spot myself.