Page 27 of Homecoming

Jensen

Before I can say anything else, like tell her who I am and why I’m talking to her, I am flying.

At least that is what it feels like, and I don’t mean I’m so happy I feel like I’m flying, no, I am actually flying through the air.

What the fuck is happening?

I land with a hard thump on the hallway floor, and it takes me a moment to realize what the fuck just happened.

She flipped me; this tiny, delicate-looking woman just flipped me like I weighed nothing. I have to stop myself from kissing the shit out of her; that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Just as that thought crosses my mind, I have to take it back because I realize that she is holding knives to my throat, knives that I didn’t even see her pull out.

Knives! I’m in love. She’s like an avenging angel.

I can’t help it; I just stare at her. If there was any doubt before that this is our Ever, there is none now. I would recognize those eyes anywhere. It’s because I am staring at them, at her, that I see the panic flash through them. I want to reassure her, to tell her there is nothing to panic about, I’m not going to freak out, and that actually I think it was fucking amazing, but I can’t. The words are just stuck in my throat.

I can’t get over the fact that she is here and real.

She jumps up, immediately sheathing her knives. She handles them with such ease and is clearly very, very comfortable with them. As hot as I think that is, I’m not sure I like what that may mean about her life.

Her eyes move from me to the guys, and she starts mumbling, and I fight my smile, clearly some things haven’t changed at all.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I thought," she appears to think twice about what she is saying and instead says, "it doesn't matter what I thought, fuck."

I just stare at her in what I am sure she is correctly perceiving as love-struck awe. She glances up at the others, and I don’t know what they do but she immediately takes a step back, dropping down into a fighting stance.

Whoa, I was not expecting that. What the fuck has she been through?

"Look, I thought you were someone else. I am so sorry it won't happen again," she says, trying to diffuse a situation that doesn’t exist as she straightens out of her stance.

"What the flying fuck are you guys thinking? Since when do you give a shit about new kids enough to introduce yourselves? If that is even what you were fucking trying to do!" I hear Rylie before I see her and she walks around me, looking down at me and giving me a smirk.

She grabs Ever, and her bag gives us a warning look that seems to hold more than I am capable of understanding right now and storms off in the other direction.

I stay where I am. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to, and I just watch her walk away. None of us are stupid enough to go after her after a reaction like that, and especially not since Rylie gave us that warning look. We kind of need to regroup anyway.

“She doesn’t recognize us,” I say.

“She was in fight mode; I doubt she would have recognized anyone in that situation.” Trick replies to me.

“She’s fucking magnificent, isn’t she?” Cash adds.

“She is damn skilled, that’s for sure,” Riot replies, “I’m just not sure that I like the reason why she is that skilled.”

All of us make some sort of sound of agreement, we have all thought the same thing.

Cash’s face comes into my eyeline, and he smirks down at me as the others move so that I can see them, too.

“Do you want a hand up?” he asks.

I shake my head, “Nope, I want to stay in the moment.”

“Come on, the sooner you get up, the sooner we can work out how to approach Ever in a way that isn’t going to make her flip one of us,” Riot suggests.

“I don’t know, it looked kind of fun. I don’t think I would mind being flipped by Ever,” Trick chuckles.

“Dude, she actually sliced you!” Luc suddenly exclaims, his eyes on my neck.

My hand searches until I feel a sting of pain, and I grin, “I didn’t even feel it; she keeps her blades fucking sharp.”

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