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*SIX'S POV*
I dodge one blow but let Sam get the next one. I pretend to miss kicking his ribs. I can't let out all my strength at him. He's just a human, right?
"Wow someone's improved," I say, smiling at him. Sam laughs as he dodges another punch.
He grasps my wrists and pins me against the Lecture Hall's wall. He smiles at me. "I win?" he asks before slowly starting to lean in, and I don't know what I'm doing, or why I was going easy on him in the first place, but I find myself leaning closer too, and our lips meet for a split second before someone laughs a little too loudly. Sam lets go of me and spins around, his eyes averting from one corner to the other. No one.
Then I see him. He's on the roof, standing upside down. He jumps. "Nine," I say through gritted teeth. "How long have you been there, you asshole?"
"Since before you came in," he says, a bored expression shaping his features, but then he smirks. "It's cute how you're basically just standing there to go easy on him."
"I wasn't going easy on him," I lie, biting my lip nervously.
Sam starts speaking, "Six, what –
"Clearly, she was going easy on you, Sammy," Nine butts in, rolling his eyes. "It's all really sweet." He gives me a malicious grin. "I didn't know you liked humans so much, Six." I resist the urge to shudder at the way he says my name. "Do you know, human boy, what happens when we win and find our ship? Do you know how she's going to have to dump you and leave you behind to go back to her planet?"
Sam turns to me, a strange expression on his face when he says, "I'm so sorry, Six. I know you've got an intergalactic war and all, and I'm just a puny human. You're better off with a Loric. Just forget this ever happened." He stalks out of the Lecture Hall. Better off with a Loric? John is with Sarah, Eight is with Marina, I'm not sure Five is a boy, and Nine is Nine.
When Sam disappears, I round on Nine. "What is your problem?" I yell. "Why don't you just stay out of my business? I really like Sam. Why do you have to ruin everything for me?"
Nine stares at me. "You really like Sam?" he asks. "Are you sure about that? Are you sure you're not just trying to like him because Four is taken and you really want to show him that you don't need him?" I glare at him. I open my mouth to argue, but then I close it because he's right. I don't really like Sam that way.
So I just punch him in the jaw.
Nine stumbles back, taken by surprise. I expect him to fight me or something but he just looks at me and says, "I did this for your own good, you know."
I laugh. "For my own good? Because we're such good friends and you wish nothing but the best of me, right?" I say sardonically. "You don't want what's best for me. You want me dead."
*NINE'S POV*
I stare at her as Six turns around and exits the Lecture Hall, her last sentence hanging in the air. She thinks I want her dead.
I don't, Six. I really, really don't.
*SIX'S POV*
That night, I'm sitting on the floor in a circle with Eight, Marina, Ella, Sam John and Sarah in the living room. Things are kind of awkward between me and Sam. Nine walks in and plops down next to Eight.
"What's with the circle?" he asks.
"Sarah suggested we play Truth or Dare," Eight answers.
"Never heard of it," Nine says.
"Considering most of you didn't, you Lorics need to socialize more," Sarah says.
"Yeah," I say. "But the whole intergalactic war thing is kind of distracting at the moment."
"Oh come on!" Sarah says. "A little fun won't hurt."
After I reluctantly agree, Sarah gives Nine a brief explanation of the game –not that there's much to explain.
"I'll start," she says, spinning the bottle. "Ella, you ask Eight."
Ella smiles at Eight before asking. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Coward," I huff. He rolls his eyes.
"What is the corniest thing you always wanted to say?" Ella asks. Wow. Considering Eight is the corniest person in the world, this is going to be hard.
"I always wanted to say, 'It's Me pm.'" Eight answers grinning. Marina laughs.
Ella spins the bottle. Nine's turn to ask John. He picks Dare. "Hmm," Nine says. "I dare you to give me a swollen jaw." Typical Nine dare.
"You asked for it," John says before they both stand up, and John repeatedly punches while Nine tries to dodge. After like five minutes of fighting (way less than it would have taken me), Nine has a swollen jaw. He's grinning. "See? Let me heal you."
After a few more silly and random Truths and Dares, Sarah has to ask me. "Dare," I pick. Sarah thinks for a moment.
"I dare you to make out with Nine," she says. My jaw falls open. Everyone is silent. Nine is staring at her.
"Um. What?" I ask. Sam is staring at me.
"Rules are rules," Sarah says. "You have to do it." The whole idea freaks me out. Me? Making out with Nine? No way. "Come on."
"I guess one kiss won't hurt," Nine says. I take a deep breathe. Slowly, with everyone staring at me, I get up from my spot and walk over to where Nine is sitting. He awkwardly shifts. Sarah is smirking.
Okay, the faster, the less awkward it will be. I hope.
I put my hands on Nine's neck and let our lips crash. It's weird, at first, but then his arms snake around my waist and he pulls me deeper in, and our lips move in sync, and I just can't comprehend what's going on.
Everyone around us fades away. There is no one with us, and our lips move together. My hands leave his neck and I tangle my fingers in his hair. We couldn't possibly be any closer. We kiss again and again and again, and there's something going on. The kiss becomes more and more aggressive, just like all of our fights, all the times we quarreled in the gym and the Lecture Hall. We're battling to see who can overwhelm the other more, and we're both winning because we both kiss with a certain intensity that can only be related to battle.
The fight proceeds and when we both realize that neither is winning, the intensity fades, we both slow down, and we break apart.
*NINE'S POV*
What.
Just.
Happened.
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