The seats are spread out enough to not be sat touching anyone else, but there isn’t much room. I find myself following Kai further, and I can feel a lot of eyes on me. I don’t know whether it's because they’re checking me out or because of what went down at lunch. Either way I look to the board instead of meeting anyone’s gaze.
Mr. Morgan – Weapons Expert
Is written boldly on the board. Huh, I know a Morgan. At least he's clear on how he wants to be addressed.
“Luna baby, sit closer to me, you’re too far away,” Oscar says with a pout.
He’s ridiculous, but I can’t help but find him entertaining. So I give him the finger, which just makes him stick his bottom lip out, and the guys laugh.
“Sit Luna,” grunts Roman, moving his bag off the chair next to him.
I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but glancing around I catch Parker's face. His face is light with joy, seems he likes Roman being nice to me. Which then means I can’t decline and the smirk on Roman’s face tells me he knows it too.
Fucking Acehole.
As I go to take a seat there’s a large bang from a door shutting.
“Sorry about that guys, I was held up for a moment, but we’ll get to it now.”
I assume it’s the teacher, heading towards us. But ... I know that voice.
I turn to get a better look at the guy when all the color drains from my face, and I think I’m going to be sick.
This is the devastation that broke the camel's back. This is definitely the cherry on top of my fucked-up situation.
“Hey. Luna. Hey,” Roman calls, shaking my arm, but I’m frozen in place.
I couldn’t have hidden these emotions even if I’d tried. I don’t look at him, I keep my eyes trained on the apparent fucking tutor, who has stopped at the edge of the space. The guilt is written all over his face, but the worst part is, he’s not surprised to see me.
“Luna, can you give me a minute please?” the silent plea etched in every word.
Is he fucking joking? Is this whole thing a fucking joke?
I remove the emotion from my body language, I’m angry enough now to overpower it.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea West, do you?” I growl, at the very same Morgan I just remembered.
I try to contain myself, but I need to pound my fists into something, anything.
I just need to let my emotions out.
“Luna, you need to let me explain, okay?” West gently speaks.
Like if he talks to loud it’ll set me off, but his fucking calmness is riling me up anyway.
“I think you’ve had plenty of time to explain, don’t you? Now, it’s a bit too fucking late.”
My hands are fisted at my sides, but the need to lift them is becoming hard to control.
“You want to explain what’s going on West?” It's Roman, the confusion is clear in his tone.
I’m glad he’s not asking me to explain right now, because he’d likely just get a punch to the face.
“Rome, it’s between me and Luna okay?” West answers looking at me. “Please Luna, I can’t do this in front of all these guys. There’s a lot you don’t know.”
Your fucking telling me, apparently I don’t know anything, but right now I’m not in the right frame of mind to listen.
“Right now West, it isn’t going to work out well for you,” I state calmly.
He must hear the truth in my voice.
“Okay, but we do need to talk Luna,” he says softly.
I just nod and take my seat. I can’t process anything right now, I need to tuck it all away for later. West starts talking to the group about what we’ll be doing today, but I’m not paying attention. I feel Roman lean in.
“What the fuck Luna? How long have you been fucking him?” He growls in my ear.
What the hell? Who does this guy think he is?
“Fuck you Roman,” I grind through my teeth.
I don’t owe him shit, and definitely not an explanation. Any progress to calming down I’d just made is gone now. Fuck men.
Fuck. Them. All.
*****
The shrill sound of a bell draws the class to an end. I pack my case up as quick as I can, and head for the door.
“Luna wait up,” West shouts, drawing everyone’s fucking attention.
I don’t slow my pace, not even a fraction. I just continue to head for the exit.
“Luna,” he calls again, only this time he grabs my arm, forcing me to slow down. He just can’t take a hint, can he?
I’m not fucking around. Using my free hand, I make a fist and punch him straight in the throat.
He instantly releases my arm, his fingers wrapping around the pain in his neck. He’s bent over at the waist, trying to keep himself upright as he coughs and splutters.
“I told you right now wouldn’t end well for you West, and I fucking meant it.” I grind out.
Without wasting anymore of my time, I avoid everyone’s gaze and storm out. I’m in a foul mood, I have been the whole fucking class and I couldn’t give a shit. Today has been a rollercoaster of epic proportions and I’m real close to losing my shit.
The lesson was for West to see how everyone handles a gun, there was a mixture of experience in the group, a few thought they were bad boys because they know how to play a video game, but couldn’t actually take the safety off. Whilst others had precision and skill, including myself, and I should, seeing as West fucking taught me how.
I can’t, I shake my head and stop my train of thought. It’ll do me no good right now to think about West, does Rafe know he tutors here? No. Stop. I’m at war with myself, my brain is gonna break if I don’t get a punch bag real soon.
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