in which katelyn hargreeves, sparrow academy's very own number eight, finds herself struggling between the feelings for an enemy and her neverending rush of teenage hormones
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𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗩...
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"I DON'T REALLY CARE"
"YOU DIDN'T HELP ANY of us Katelyn! The only bloody person you helped was yourself...and Ben, who you seem to keep as your personal boy toy."
"I'm not her boy toy!"
Katelyn had her feat up on the table, book in hand as her eyes flicked from the pages and Fei's face. They were all sat together in gym clothing. Katelyn didn't particularly care for the clothes and would rather leave the gym to everyone else. It's not like she really needed to bulk up.
"Are you even listening to me, Number Eight?" Fei snarled and with that, her book was ruined by idiots in athletic gear.
Placing the book on the table, moving her hand to take a sip of the coffee in front of her, Katelyn rolled her eyes and began to speak. "I don't need to help you, Number Three. I helped Ben because he was in trouble. It's not my fault that the rest of you are too shit at your jobs to care for a teammate." Her voice was monotone and without a care.
"Too shit?" Jayme questioned, a few seats down from the other woman. Sloane was uninterested, which didn't surprise her. Sloane didn't bother for the drama the rest of them caused.
"Yes, too shit." The younger looking girl clarified. She was focused on the coffee in her hand that Grace kindly made for her.
Jayme looked fuming and the others didn't blame her, Marcus being the only one missing from this six on one takedown. He was most likely strategising which Katelyn would have joined in on if she thought they were viable enemies.
But they weren't and neither was the family before her.
"You're lucky I don't jump over this table and strangle you, you little shit." Jayme spat, her words filled with poison and eyes filled with rage.
Katelyn lifted an eyebrow, placing the mug down infront of her. It was piping hot and easily able to be moved if Jayme followed through with her threat.
"I'd like to see you try Number Six." The brunette mocked, comfortable enough to let her speak her mind. Not that it did affect Katelyn that much anyway.
Ben saw the movement of Jayme before she did and as she began to quickly launch for the girl being accused, he locked an arm around her body while a tentacle forced to her to stay seated. Katelyn smiled at this, showing that in reality they couldn't beat her. No one could.
"Right, enough!" Ben declared, looking over at everyone. They all glared at Katelyn and she wondered if they ever really liked her. They probably didn't and she could accept that.
