A/N: It's short, and not very good, but I had little to no ideas as to this chapter. I only own Cassie.
"So you don't remember anything?" I asked Drake. "Did you try looking into things back in America?" he shook his head.
"What about you, Cassie? Ever going back?"
"To Camden? Hell no. To America? Probably. If not, I'd like to spend some time in Italy or—" I was cut off when the door opened.
I looked over to see the hottest guy I have ever laid eyes on cheerfully say, "Hiya, bitch," and punch Astarte in the face. It was official. I envied him. He and two others walked in.
"I think that was a bit harsh, Asmodeus," said the one on the left.
The hot guy—Asmodeus—glanced at him, snapping, "Shut up, Belial. You would've done the same. Belial put up his hands in surrender, and Astarte was back on her feet. Luucy, you got some 'splaining to do, I thought with a small grin.
"What the fuck was that for?!" she asked angrily.
He pointed to Noel. "I want my daughter back. I'm taking her to Gehenna."
Drake snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Cass? Anybody home? You're staring."
That snapped me out of my man-induced trance. Snapping the knife out of my belt, I swung it quickly, slashing his arm. "Don't interrupt me."
Drake, holding the bleeding limb, glared at me. "What was that for?"
"I was enjoying the view," I said matter-of-factly, shrugging.
He let out a martyred sigh. "Women…"
"Tell me about it," said Asmodeus, who had suddenly appeared. He flashed a grin at me. "Hey."
The primary functions of my brain shut off and I felt the gigantic flirt I wasn't in two years come out to play. Was this some sort of effect he had on girls? "Hey," I grinned back, "And just to let you know, I'm legal," I said, trailing a finger down his chest.
"Well, in that case…"
"Asmodeus!" Noel yelled, "What the hell are you doing here?! Go away! As for you," she turned to me, "What's wrong with you?! You were all over him!"
I put on a theatrical, weepy pose. "I am but the product of a depraved upbringing." I looked back at Drake. "Wanna play? There are a couple spots open." He shrugged and we put on the Wii controllers. I browsed through it until I found one I actually liked.
"The Final Countdown?" he asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at me.
"Don't tell me you never—" I caught something out the corner of my eye. The little girl I distantly remember introducing herself as Jenna a few minutes ago reached up and groped Astarte. The blood drained from my face. "Oooo-kay," I said, pushing the play button.
The first thirty seconds of the song were entertaining, watching Drake, who was lost, but seemed to be having fun. And then I was tackled by a 9-year-old wrecking ball.
The four of us glared at her before Meiko lost it. "Why did you push us?"
"We were on it... you could've had the next turn."
Okay, these kids were being way too nice. Standing up and dusting myself of, I practically yelled, "What the hell?!"
Her eyes widened as she bowed furiously in front of me. "Please forgive me! I'm an impulsive and annoying girl and for that I dearly apologize and I wish to bow to your every command!"
"What the hell…?" was the only thing I could manage to say. Drake just stared, mouth gaping.
"Please! I would do everything asked of me! I will even call you sensei!" the small girl begged.
"Umm…"
"I will do everything asked of me!"
"Uh… okay… I guess." As long as she doesn't grope me, I added silently.
"Weird," Meiko said.
"You wouldn't understand," she said with a small pout.
"Huh?"
She yelled, "When you find somebody special, you'll understand!"
Somebody special? I do not roll that way. "What?
Drake was the one who said what everyone was thinking. "You're a strange kid."
This set her off on a tangent. Ugh… I internally groaned, taking out a cigarette and lighter. Poor Drake was now apologizing and I heard Jenna say the words that I never expected to come out of a 9-year-old's mouth.
"You know girls want to be on top sometimes!" That set me off on a fit of laughter, though that phrase made me lose a couple of boyfriends.
Meiko elbowed me and pointed at the now-crying girl. "You're her sensei, handle it."
"Poor kid chose the worst role model in history," Drake said with a small smile.
"Do you want me to pull an Astarte?" he knew I wouldn't do anything. The banter was just our thing. I looked to the side, only to see Meiko was already gone. I sighed. We have to comfort the little brat, don't we?"
"Be nice!" Drake scolded.
"Sorry. I don't exactly know the kid."
"But, yeah, we have to go up there."
When we got back, I saw Jenna hugging Meiko, calling her "Big sister".
I don't hate you," Drake said, hands in pockets.
"You don't?" she looked up with big, watery eyes.
"No. I actually kind of like you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thank you!" she said, looking at all of us. I started to laugh, but when Meiko glared, I thought better of it.
"See? I told you," Meiko looked down at her with a small smile.
"I… I… I…" Jenna began, a blush coloring her face.
"Spit it out," I said, not unkindly.
"I love you too!" she ran and hugged Drake.
Later, when everyone was disbanded, we walked back to the dorm. "First, we need some rules if I'll be your sensei."
She nodded enthusiastically. "Anything!"
"First," I put up my index finger, "you will not grope me. Ever. Second, don't touch my booze, pills, cigs, or knife. Third, never, ever, touch my motorcycle."
"You have a motorcycle?" she asked, eyes lighting up. "That's so cool!"
"Yes, and it's off limits. Fourth, be nice to Drake."
"The hot blond guy who I yelled at?"
"Yeah. Between you and me, he's kind of a wimp and doesn't like getting yelled at. Fifth, you're going to listen to me and follow orders. Got that?"
"Of course!"
Hmm… maybe having a little pupil wouldn't be so bad after all.
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