~Amanda's POV~

~Amanda's POV~

            OK, so I was currently standing on my desktop wailing out the lyrics to 'Paint it Black' and 'playing' the air guitar. OK again, so I reeeeeeeeeeeally like this song. Conner stared up at me as if I were insane, but, like, duh, I am…

            "Um." Was his only statement.

I wondered if he liked music… by the look on his face either punk rock was not his thing or I scared him. Not a difficult task for me, scaring people, that is.

I was NOT happy about sharing an office. What REALLY pissed me off was this bitchy little (well, not so little, he's kinda tall…) punk is all egotistic about being the fricken secret MS. Whoop-de-fricken-doo.

I stopped as the song ended and looked down at him, seated at his desk. Shrugging, I hopped down and sat in my big comfy desk chair. I loved that chair… chairs like that only came with a lifetime of devotion to the Preventers. You know what really bites? I've been a Preventer longer then stupid Une, but SHE waltzes in & gets a higher position. The skanky b—oops, sorry… got carried away. Anyway, I looked up from my computer screen to find Conner's icy blue eyes on me. Involuntarily, I shivered, which pissed me off cause I hate being cold, ya know? Well he just smiled. Not a nice, polite smile, a kind of… smirk that you give a hot chick. I mean, God! How… um, I'll get it soon…degrading! Yeah, degrading… Yeah, yeah, I know… who'd think I actually gave a crap? Well I DO!

"So Blitz, what's our afternoon agenda?" He grinned.

"What did you call me?" I growled.

"Blitz."

"Why?"

"Because you won't tell me your real name. Also your codename is blizzard, ironic though, as this office is as hot as Hell." He tugged at his collar.

"All the comforts of home. Hell is my kingdom, you know." I leaned back in my chair.

"You are so…" He trailed off.

"Beautiful… Inspiring… Intelligent… Wonderful…"

"—Annoying." He finished.

"You on the other hand, are rude." I snapped.

"Aww, I know you don't mean that Blitz…" He grinned and hugged my shoulders.

"Why can't I kill you?" I muttered.

"Because you Luuuuuuuuuuuuv me!" He smiled ever so sweetly. Gag.

"Anyway," He said calmly, apparently trying to avoid bloodshed. "What are we doing today?"

"I am going on a date. You have MS training." I smirked.

"But I was a Gundam Pilot! I don't need—"

"INSUBORDINATION WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!" I yelled and slammed my fist down onto my desk.

"Um, Miss., I mean, Preventer Blizzard, mail…" The mail delivery personnel murmured timidly.

I snatched the letters from her hands and she fled. No one liked to hang around when I was mad. I pulled a letter from my boyfriend, Tim, out of the stack and tossed the rest onto my desk. Flopping down in my chair, I ripped it open.

~Conner's POV~

I watched Blitz tear open the letter from her boyfriend, whose picture graced her desk. Her face went through the weirdest metamorphosis… First it was happy, then stunned, then angry, then she crumpled the letter and through it, along with the photo into the wastebasket. Call me crazy, but I think she just got dumped.

"I-I guess I won't be going on that date…" She muttered. "Coward!" She screamed at the photo. She ripped a ring suspended from a gold chain from around her neck and threw it in after.

"You OK Blitz?" I asked quietly. "I mean, it's just some guy… you'll get over it…"

She looked up at me, brown eyes blazing like wildfire. In one super fast fluid movement, I was pinned against a wall by Blitz's long red-painted fingernails. "Shut up or I will kill you." She hissed.

"Preventer Blizzard!" Saved by the Noin.

"Ahh! Lu!" She dropped me and saluted quickly.

"I've had enough of your attitude towards C. Winner! Do I have to put you in ISO?" Noin yelled.

"NO! No, please no…" Blitz's eyes were very round.

"Don't let me see you mistreating him again or you will suffer the consequences!"

"Y-yes Mamn…"

Noin stormed out, leaving my partner looking incredibly weak. I stretched out my hand to touch her shoulder, but instead of comforting her, she burst into tears and fled from the room. Women. What am I supposed to do?

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