So... it turns out playing cards is super easy...

For us.

We pretty much demolished the boys. Because of Sarah, we didn't lose a single round. Sarah was able to keep track of the cards so we knew where every card was. Star wanted to cheat when it was our turn to deal, and Sarah agreed, but I didn't let them because we were already winning.

"Ha, ha, suckers!" I shout throwing down three aces as the door was thrown open.

That poor door.

I'm not sure that it has ever been opened gently.

In walk the five older brothers, Mr.Blackbourne, Pug, Axel, Marc, and Raven.

"What did Sang win this time?" Blend asks casually.

I toss my blue and silver locks.

"I demolished them in poker," I answer Marc with false confidence and arrogance sticking my nose in the air.

Kota smirks and bumps my nose with his.

"Ew! Your booger mine touched my nose!" I shriek scrambling away.

I jump up and run to the bathroom, ignoring the booming laughter behind me.

I turn the water on all the way as hot as it will go.

I need to burn the germs.

I stick my head under the water and flinch at the memories the hot water brings back. Memories of playtime with Master.

Furiously, I scrub my nose and the surrounding area. I breathe in a bit of water and a snort it out.

Finally, I deem my nose acceptably clean.

How dare Kota touch me with his finger holster?

It is disgusting!

The poor boy must not understand social cues. Cues like "Don't touch my nose" and "Not to touch girls so you don't get cooties" and "Personal space."

I shake my head in pity.

Being socially awkward must be tiring and frustrating for him.

Drying my face off with a fluffy white towel, I head back to the living room where they are talking quietly.

"Watcha doin?" I chirp.

"Ms.Sorenson, they were just informing us of the events that occurred today. In about half an hour, we are all going to your house," Mr.Blackbourne decides.

Ooh yay!

I get to go with them to see Master and Marie!

North Star looks grumpy and like he doesn't like the idea, but Mr.Blackbourne must have been able to convince them all.

"You are going so we can have their reactions and decide a fitting fate," Axel explains to me.

I smile.

I think they might like Master once they actually meet her.

Meanie stands up and declares, "You guys have your gear. Nathan and I are going to get Trouble set up."

Nathan?

Who is Nathan?

Have I met him?

"I believe that Nathan is Paprika's fake name. Since they are undercover, it makes sense that they would have to go by an alias," Sarah explains to my poor blonde brain.

"Why do you use Paprika's alias when we all know his real name?" I ask, still confused.

They all laugh, oddly enough, while Paprika just groans.

Under his breath he mutters, "She knows the word alias, but doesn't understand what my real name is."

What?

Does Paprika not even know his own name?!!

That poor, poor boy...

"Don't worry, Paprika!" I cry throwing my arms around him. "Lots of people have mental issues. You are not alone, Honey!"

I give him a kiss on his cheek because he seems a little shocked that I know about his mental illness and I don't want him to feel bad.

Paprika turns as red as his hair and I skip out of the room following Meanie to a room I have yet to explore. It is near the gym and full of weapons, gear, and clothes.

Forty five minutes later, I am dressed in a pair of black leather pants with silver zippers, black combat boots, black fingerless gloves, a black t-shirt, and a hot pink leather jacket with singe marks on it. My navy and silver hair is pulled back into a tight ballerina bun.

I have a thigh holster with a black steel .45 on my right thigh and a knife tucked into a sheath on the small of my back under my jacket.

Honestly, it all seems a bit overkill to me, but, then again, these boys do have a habit of doing nothing halfway.

"****, I am a genius!" Meanie exclaims when he sees me.

I roll my eyes.

Swearing?

Again?

Doesn't he know how much I hate mean words?

Besides, I honestly don't look good.

On my best days, I look slightly below revolting.

The boys and their false flattery are going to make me arrogant about a beauty that I don't have.

I stride out of the room to the kitchen where I grab a cutting board and set it up on the counter.

Stepping away, I doubt down in my mind.

Three...

Two...

One...

GO!

As fast as possible, I draw the knife and throw it at the cutting board.

The knife sticks out perfectly in the middle of the cutting board.

I retrieve the knife and repeat the process until I am satisfied that the knife will help me rather than hurt me.

Walking out of the kitchen I see the boys standing stunned.

This again?!

Seeing my annoyance, they all snap out of it.

Good.

My teachings are being taken into account.

"So when we going?" I ask.

They are all dressed and ready to go.

Mr.Blackbourne, Pug, Kota, Victor, Silas, Paprika, North Star, and Luke are all wearing black pants, shorts in their favorite color, black leather jackets, and holsters and sheaths hooked on their belts. The other five, Axel, Raven, Marc, Brandon and Corey, are all wearing the same except their leather jackets are dark brown.

They all look so handsome and strong. They make me feel ugly and weak.

Whatever.

I should just accept that as my truth and normal.

I am snapped out of my thoughts by North Star yelling, "Be careful, Sang Baby!"

I jump a little and look at him like he is crazy.

Which he probably is.

"What are you talking about?!"

Corey points at my hand.

I look down and am shocked to see that I was unconsciously twirling my knife.

It weaves around my fingers and jumps around like it has its own mind.

Woah.

I never knew I could do that.

I have never really used a knife.

Quickly, I catch the knife and shove it back into its sheath.

I sign and shake my head.

More things different about me.

Yay.

I decide I am done thinking these boring thoughts.

I grin at Silas and make a twirling motion with my finger.

Superman gives me a confused look, but turns around.

I hop on his back and wrap my legs around his waist.

"Ride, horsey!" I order. "To my house!"

"Um... Sang? You do realize we are driving there?" Brandon says hesitantly.

Driving there?

"To the car, horsey!" I squeeze his waist with my legs to spur him into action.

Silas laughs and I can feel it rumbling through me.

Silas runs out of the house, down to the car, and stops at one of the SUVs.

I place my hands on his shoulders and push myself up and over. Keeping myself straight, I flip over his head and land in front of him.

I yank open the driver's door and plop down in the seat. I slam the door closed and lock it before buckling in.

I am so driving!