"You stole all the air in the room and asked me why I couldn't breathe."

-Jeremy Lockhart
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⚓SKYLAR⚓️

What was I suppose to say to him at this moment? Being caught red handed, my mind went absolutely blank.

"I-I...Jeremy... I w--was—" I stuttered, at the loss of words. Snatching the book away from me, he looked at me in disbelief.

"How could you, Skylar?! I almost opened up everything to you about myself but yet you wanna snoop around my things?! For god's sake! If you want to find out more about me, maybe you could try opening up too! I can't believe you!" His voice cracked when he slipped about the fact that he wanted me to open up too.

Was he only opening up to me in order to make me do likewise? Why is he so mad? It's just a book.

Or does the book contain something I shouldn't know about?

"What the hell, Jeremy?! So you've just been acting so open around me cause you wanted me to do the same?! Well news flash Jeremy, you'll never know any shit thing about me!!" I gave him a equally menacing glare.

"Whatever, I'm leaving. I got enough of other things on my mind." He gritted out, grabbing his book and a black string bag.

"Wait what?! Where are you going??Jeremy! Don't ignore me! Where are going?!" I chased him down the stairs, careful to not trip. I couldn't even keep up to his quick pace as he strode across the kitchen.

"Gab, let's go." He said with a stern voice.

"Wait what? Like go no—" Gabriel had puzzlement written all over his features.

"I said LET'S GO!" Jeremy yelled in frustration before stomping out of the house. Gabriel, however, didn't get mad and just followed along. As I was about to continue my persistent argue, Kai pulled me back by the arm.

"Skylar, don't. Just leave them." He gave me a soft smile.

"Where is he going? He's not going to leave me right? I know it's wrong to invade his privacy, but all I did was read the first page of his book!" I whined, my fear of being alone kicking in.

"No no, he'll be back sunshine...they just have to...handle some issues. Oh Sky, just remember—never touch his books. Jeremy will get crazy mad." Kai impersonated Jeremy causing me to giggle.

"Now there's that smile, come on why don't you take a rest in the living room and I'll prepare you some dessert!" He suggested and with that last word, my imagination ran wild with delicious images. Placing his earphones on, he danced his way to the kitchen.

Nodding to myself, I trudged my way to the sofa before falling flat onto the sofa with a groan. Life just couldn't get any better.

Jeremy is gone to god knows where.

Gabriel is gone too.

3W! Is most likely planning my death.

Yes I was sure, my life couldn't get any better. My eyelids started to get heavy, and the warm afternoon breeze made it even more suitable to have a nap.

When I thought I could at least get a short nap, the door bell rang. With Kai listening to his music, I doubt he even heard it so I had no choice but to leave my comfortable spot.

I was coming up with ways to kill that person who was at the door, so many ways I'm sure I couldn't even count with my fingers. Pulling the door wide open to yell, I froze. No it can't be him.

His familiar angel tattoo.

His wicked rotten smile.

"Surprise kitten." His face grew into a malicious smile.

It was him,

Razor.

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*BONUS*
🔆KAI🔆

I hope she knew that a peanut butter sandwich would be her delicious dessert. The doctors advised me repeatedly not to blare music into my ears as it would worsen my hearing, but look what I was doing. Indeed, I was partially deaf but I'm thankful that I have my hearing aid.

You couldn't possibly blame me that I was continuously blaring music into ears, especially when my music left me. Her laughs, her voice— she was my music, the girl that left me was the only music that could control me.

She is my everything. Everything.

Spreading the peanut butter like a professional, something at the back of my mind told me to check on Skylar. I'm sure she could take care of herself, but something was amidst. Lowering down the volume of my music, I was right— Skylar was calling me. I wondered why she was calling me but I left the kitchen.

The moment I took my first step out of the kitchen, my arms were twisted roughly to my back. Turning my neck slightly, my eyes came upon a fierce looking man.

Dammit, why couldn't he be a hot woman? Always men are grabbing me like this, I might as well become gay. This wasn't the first time I was held captive, being close friends with Jeremy— you just had to expect this.

I looked upwards to see a frightened looking Skylar in the hands of the one and only pathetic angel-loving
wrestler— Razor.

Just noticing that he had her in his hands got my blood boiling, Skylar was already like a little sister to me and his man-handling was definitely going to get him a broken jaw.

"Kai Harris." Razor gritted.

"Dicklin McRider. " I said in sass.

"Wait how so you know my real name?! No one calls me that!!" He glared, my guts told me he was definitely feeling vulnerable.

I mean honestly who wouldn't feel that way? His parents must have hated him since birth, or he could have been a mistake.

"It's called being a genius. Something you might not be familiar with, Dicklin." I emphasized.

"I said don't call me that!" He argued helplessly.

"Sorry, Dicklin. Anyway, start talking about why you came, I don't have much time. I rather spend my time eating, so you have 3 minutes." I gave him a blank look.

"I'm the boss here, get that bloody straight, you got that Kai?" He shoved Skylar to his other gang member before coming close up to me.

"Sorry what did you say? My ears tend to shut off when they hear bullshit." I shrugged with an apologetic look.

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! YOU ASKED FOR THIS!" He whipped out his gun and placed it right at my forehead. Well someone definitely had some anger issues.

He thought he could shut me up? Amateur. He's not even holding the gun with confidence, from his grip I was sure he never shot a person before.

"Don't you think it's kind of pathetic for a wrestler to use a gun? Oh wait, you're no wrestler! Sorry, I forgotten you lost three matches in a row." I chuckled to myself and I swear I saw him blush in embarrassment.

Throwing his gun over to his other member who was holding Skylar firmly, his member pressed the gun up her chin. Swallowing hard, I knew this time I couldn't play a fool any longer. He had Skylar, Jeremy's girl.

"Now that you finally know where you stand Kai, tell me who is Blades?" Razor smirked in anticipation. I looked over at Skylar, seeing her look of confusion most likely over how I would know The Legendary Blades. The best underground fighter who is anonymous to everyone. Except me of course.

"If you don't speak, he shoots her and I don't think any of us wants this place to get dirty. Do we?"

I remained quiet. I couldn't tell them but...at the same time, Skylar's life was in danger. Then it clicked, the little lightbulb in my head lit up.

Gabriel was wrong, I'm not dumb.

"Kai, this is this the part where you say if you hurt her, I'll kill you." Skylar strained her neck away from the gun as she spoke.

"No, if you hurt Skylar she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons, I can imagine that." I drifted off topic as usual before Razor sighed in frustration.

"I guess I'll just kill both of you then, any last wishes Kai?" Razor smiled in evil excitement if that was even possible.

"Well, I actually have one last wish." My plan beginned.

"And what's that?" Razor answered impatiently.

"Could you switch on that CD player at the top shelf? I have my recent playlist of songs in there and I would like to die hearing them." I smiled sweetly, if only he knew how gullible he was. Nodding, he walked over and tapped the red button.

Big mistake.

The CD player activated all the speakers in the entire house, automatically turning up the volume to the maximum level.

You could call me a Tech. Genius too.

Out of instinct, everyone covered their ears. Using that opportunity, I switched off my hearing aid, making it not as loud as it seems for the rest. Punching one of Razor's members right square in his face. I grabbed his gun which was stuffed into his pocket.

Everything was suppose to work out perfectly— I shoot Razor and happily ever after would happen but no.
Gifted with my clumsiness, I tripped over my shoelaces which just had to be untied at that moment.

"FUVKING shoelaces!" I cursed beligerently.

My eyes widened when the gun I just had a few seconds ago slid across te marble floor towards Razor. Running over to Skylar, I hugged her close to me —hoping to protect her like a shield. He aimed his gun right at us and...

Pulled the trigger.

Skylar screamed beside me, I imagined the shot echoing through the room since I couldn't hear a thing. Scanning her, I realized he missed us totally due to his inexperience.

Noticing his failed attempt too, he scampered out of the house with his members, the gun always aimed at our direction. From Razor's mouthing of words, I knew he said something along the lines 'I'll be back for Blades' .

Jogging over the to the CD player, I switched it off and turned on my hearing aids. Crouching down, I held Skylar close to me.

"You okay, Sky. All safe now." I said soothingly, running my hand down her back in comfort.

"Everything happened so fast, Kai. I know him, how does Razor know you? You know Blades!?" I knew she would ask that.

"I've heard about Blades, he's one of the best new underground fighter!" She rumbled off, if only she knew who he was.

"That's a secret I promise to keep. I know Razor cause he's one of the many people that want to bring Blades down. Many people lost mountains of cash cause they never knew a newbie fighter could bring those big fellers down." I tired to keep my information on the surface.

"Kai I need to know. Please, how if they come back? I need to know at least who's Blades?!" She begged and no one can express the internal conflict I was facing at this moment.

It was good if she knew, but Blades would actually punch the living hell out of me. Tugging on my arms, she asked once more.

"Who is Blades?"

Then I let my tongue slip.

"Jeremy."