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He Will Be Loved
A Renier Laroche Love Story
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"I hope your fire, fire burns baby." – Nicki Minaj
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"So he just grabbed you and shoved you up against the wall?" Ansel asked me, his eyes wide. We were at the Haldis outpost again, hanging out and drinking some coffee. Clifford had convinced the head healer to give me a couple of days off, saying that "she is as tired as hell," and, "needs some serious time to recuperate." I was thankful that he hadn't mentioned anything about Ren—I didn't want everyone to know how humiliated I felt about it.
"Yeah," I mumbled, looking down and taking a swig from my cup. The hot beverage burned on the way down, making me wince as I swallowed. The sharp pain in my throat started up again and I shivered as I remembered how strong Ren's grip on it was. Yet my stomach started to tighten when I remembered how close he was to me.
I quickly shoved that thought aside. Now was totally not the time to be thinking about what petty feelings I had about him. Surely, he didn't return them, considering the fact that he almost tried to kill me less than 24 hours ago.
"Did he hurt you?" Concern now laced his tone.
I pressed my lips together, debating on whether or not to show Ansel my neck injuries. I was never one to express vulnerability, and I certainly didn't want Ansel to see how breakable I actually was. It was humiliating.
But then again, Ansel was my friend. If I lied to him…he would be hurt beyond belief. Besides, it wasn't as if I was showing him anything bad—just what Ren did to me. And who knows, maybe Ansel could help convince Connor and Ethan to help me get back at him.
With a sigh, I pulled down the collar of my turtleneck, letting Ansel inspect the damage. Clifford had given me some medicine to take away the pain, but it wasn't very helpful. And on top of that, he told me to wear turtlenecks in order to conceal them. I hated turtlenecks. This was one more reason why I needed to take Ren down.
I heard a loud gasp, and then felt something hot drip down the front of my shirt. I looked up to see that Ansel had knocked over both of our coffee cups, and now my white turtleneck had huge coffee stains on the front of it.
"ANSEL!" I yelled, lifting the damp fabric away from my skin. Great.
"Ren did this to you?" he whispered, using his fingers to gently probe my throat. I winced as he accidentally pushed too hard on a couple of the bruises.
"Yeah," I replied, gauging his reaction. I needed to make sure that he didn't go ballistic or something.
His hands curled into fists and his shoulders grew stiff with rage. "I'm going to kill him," he snarled.
I glanced at him worriedly. "Are you sure you can? Ren's really strong…"
He gave me a hurt glance. "What? You don't think that I can? Just because I'm not a Guardian anymore I can't go and beat up another—"
"No Ansel," I murmured, getting up and clutching his hands. He relaxed somewhat. "I just don't want you to go and make a foolish mistake. What would I do if you got hurt or something?" My mind briefly flashed to how I had consoled Clifford the same way. Those two were more alike than they knew.
Ansel's shoulders sagged. "Oh."
"Yeah," I replied, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. "I do want to get back at Ren, but I don't want you to get yourself hurt. I couldn't live with myself if you did."
"Oh," he just mumbled again.
I sighed, bringing him closer and kissing his cheek. "Have you seen Connor or Ethan around recently?" Maybe Ansel couldn't bring Ren down, but surely Connor and Ethan could.
"Yeah, they said that they were going to go to the Battle room to work out," Ansel replied, giving me a strange look. "Why?"
I gave him a nonchalant shrug. "No reason…but thanks. Try not to get into any trouble, okay?"
He sighed, staring back down at his coffee again. "Okay…"
I smiled at him once more before heading towards the Battle room. I could hear the sounds of people hitting each other before I even got within twenty feet of the place. I sighed, shaking my head. No doubt I'd be treating at least half of these people within the next couple of hours.
Pulling apart the double doors, I headed inside, scanning the room for Connor and Ethan. I found them within the first minute; they were sparring each other with blades.
"CONNOR, ETHAN!" I called out. "I NEED YOU GUYS TO DO ME A FAVOR!"
Ethan glanced up at me with a confused look, unable to deflect the jab that Connor sent his way. With a gasp, he flew back and hit the ground hard, a ground escaping from his mouth. Connor casually stepped around him, looking at me with a grin.
"What up, doc?"
I rolled my eyes. "Hi Bugs Bunny. Do you mind telling Connor that I'd like to speak with him?"
"Alright, doc…" Connor did a 360 degree turn and grinned at me. "Hey Nessa. You called?"
I gave him a smile. "I need you to do something for me."
He instantly grew wary. "What kind of something?"
My grin grew bigger. "Revenge type of something. I need you to get back at Ren for me."
Connor's eyes twinkled as he leaned in closer. "Really? I'm all ears."
I beckoned him closer and started whispering in his ear, telling him my plan. No, it wasn't dangerous, or even that bad, but it was sure to make Ren the laughing stock for the next couple of months.
"Both of you are so immature!" Ethan grumbled as soon as we told him. I had gotten a lecture of not interrupting two people who were sparring as soon as he had recovered from Connor's blow. I had pretended to be very interested in what he was saying, when in reality I didn't give a crap. "He's going to see right through the both of you."
I shrugged. "Good. I want him to know that it was me. There's a reason why it's called payback, Ethan."
"It's not going to be payback when he skins you alive."
Ouch…hadn't thought of that. No, Nessa…think positive. Think of his reaction when he finds out what you did. My mouth curled into a wry smile. "I'll be laughing all the while."
He gave me a weird look, but I had already turned away, my mind dancing with joy once I realized the amount of satisfaction that I would receive by the time that this was over.
Fuck you, Ren, I thought, heading back to the outpost. You've had this coming to you.
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Unfortunately, vacation time couldn't last forever. Within the next day, I was back at the infirmary, running around like a headless chicken and treating patient after patient after patient. The work kept me so busy that I had nearly forgotten about what was supposed to happen. Almost.
The door to the infirmary slammed open as Connor ran in, a whole bundle of clothes in his hands and a panicked look on his face. I raised my eyebrows, taking in his appearance. "How'd it go?"
He shoved the whole bundle into my arms, almost knocking me off balance. A pang of worry flashed through me. Had something gone wrong? "He's going to kill us all!" Connor yelled.
I started to laugh. "Yeah right, Connor. Look, if you're trying to worry me it's not working. Go save yourself the effort."
Connor's eyes bugged open. "I'm not kidding, Nessa!" he yelled, shooting me a frantic look. "Look, you're on your own for this one! I want no part of this anymore!" With one more agitated look, he ran out of the infirmary, leaving me there to gape at him speechlessly.
Um…alright. What the hell was that all about?
I shrugged, setting the clothes down and turning back to my work.
Then, for the second time that day, the door burst open, revealing a snarling black wolf in it's wake. I stared at it impassively, not impressed by it's presence.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Cause honestly…not working."
The wolf snarled loudly, it's hackles rising. A twinge of nervousness entered in my stomach but I ignored it, refusing to let Ren intimidate me. I was supposed to get back at him, make him the laughing stock for the next few months. I would not put this plan in jeopardy.
"Besides, why are you in wolf form anyway? What's wrong with being human? Too afraid to fight like a man?" I challenged.
"No, I just didn't want to cause any swooning," his smooth voice answered. My eyes bugged out of my head as I realized that he had shifted back and revealed his body…all of his body…to my very eyes. Oh. My. God.
"But it seems like I've been unsuccessful," he finished, giving me an amused look. I felt my face grow hot as I hastily looked away from his sculpted body.
"Go put a shirt on or something!" I snapped, trying very hard to not let my eyes wander in his direction again.
"Can't," his voice sounded again, laced with amusement. "It seems like you have all of my clothes."
Dammit. Walked right into that one, I grumbled. I took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. How was I going to get rid of him?
"—Which by the way is such a weird thing to do. Why steal them in the first place when you could've just asked me to flash you."
"What?" I exclaimed, snapping back to attention.
Ren shrugged. "We all know how much you want me, babe."
I laughed, trying hard to stop and failing miserably. "Yeah, babe, you're totally right!"
Ren looked at me in confusion. "What?"
I dropped the clipboard I was taking notes on and sauntered over to him, using every single ounce of my willpower to keep on looking at his face. Ren stiffened when I got close to him, wondering what I was about to do.
"Ohhh Ren, how did you know about my little crush?" I asked him, biting down on my lip seductively. Satisfaction rose within me as I saw his eyes wander to my lips. "I was trying so hard to keep it a secret."
"You're very easy to read," he muttered, glaring at me suspiciously.
I stiffened a little bit in surprise. I was? Ren took this as the perfect opportunity to step in, cupping my cheek with his hand.
Electricity coursed through my veins and I gasped at the sudden pull of attraction that I felt. Ren moved closer and my stomach tightened at the thought of his exposed body pressed against mine. Would he really go that far…?
"I know exactly what you're thinking," he breathed, staring into my eyes. The silver flecks in his glinted brightly and I swallowed nervously, trying to keep myself from falling apart in his arms. I had to remember my goal here.
"R-really? A-and what's t-that?" I demanded. DAMMIT! Where the hell is this stutter coming from?!
I can't tell you how much I wanted to smack myself right there and then.
"You want to kiss me," he breathed, using his other arm to stroke down my body. I bit my lip against the moan that was about to escape, my breathing becoming short and shallow. Ren came closer still and soon I felt the hard panes of his body press into me. He cocked his head to the side, his lips coming closer and closer, so close that I could feel his minty breath fan my face when…
My knee jerked up and I kneed him directly in the balls.
He crumpled to the floor immediately, launching colorful cuss words under his breath.
I grabbed his clothes off the chair and flung them at him, covering the indecent parts of his body before grabbing my clipboard and heading in to see another patient.
"I won't ask you again, Ren," I said, shooting him a smirk. "Go put a shirt on."
Nessa - 1, Ren - 1.
Yayyy! I finally uploaded this! Truthfully, I had half of this written out, and finished the rest of it today. Sorry I haven't been updating often...I haven't really been in the mood to write anything and school has kept me busy too.
High school is such an interesting place.
Taking all honors and French 3 as a freshman is quite difficult .
I have at least 3 tests every single week D:
I don't know when I'll upload again..probably when I have enough inspiration, which is not often..
But I guess until then, I hope that you guys liked this chapter((:
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