Promise

A world full of monsters and demons

Seventeen's POV

Today, Ace had literally dragged me to the cafeteria to eat, saying something about bringing food to me destroys his reputation.

They had wine today, which was good, I suppose.

I took another swig of wine out of the flute. Choosing to ignore the glances that were so often threw at me from other gangs.

Was it so unusual for them to see a 16 year old drink wine?

I shook my head incredulously before taking a bite out of the bread that was known as breakfast.

"Winners and losers, tell me the difference Sev." Nick asked without looking at me, still reading the book he has had since this morning.

"Why? Don't tell me you're stupid enough to not understand the meaning of those two words." I asked looking at him while taking a sip of my wine.

"Just answer the damn question." He replied calmly. I sighed.

"A winner is someone who gets first place or overpowers another person in a game or contest, "I started, "a loser is someone who is weak and looses in a game or match."

"Funny How losers get associated with weak while winners get associated with powerful all the time right?" He asked me nonchalantly while I raised an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to say."

"You might win something even if you lo—" I cut Nick off before he finished.

"The strongest survive, the winners are dictators of history. The weak all die in the end, the losers become history. I don't want to become the weak or a loser." I stated matter of factly.

I couldn't afford to be weak, I couldn't afford to lose, not when I was so close, not after all I had sacrificed.

"Everybody is weak, even I was weak at one point of my life, even you were." Nick said, Ace didn't say anything just looked at us while we were speaking.

"I am not weak." I forced through gritted teeth. He looked at me.

"A winner is someone who doesn't let emotions cloud their judgements." Nick said leaning forward after putting down his book, "No matter the cost."

"You're trying to tell me that in order to win I should hear Alex Winstead's explanation, and no matter what he tells me I would not go easy on Cameron even if I used to know him. But there is an unspoken sentence you are going to say, "I said leaning forward to look him in the eyes, leaving down my flute of wine, "That it doesn't matter if I win The Duels or not." He smiled, showing me the pride in his eyes.

"I sure taught you well." He commented.

"Ohh I don't know if that's true although I do know that you were the one who helped grown my passion for dagger 
And wine collecting." I stated dryly while Ace grinned at my words.

"You have a whole room full of daggers ya know." Ace said cheerfully.

He recently decided that being a cheerful crazy gang leader scares other gangs better than being a cold, stoic one. I don't know how he comes up with his revelations though. But there's one thing even in his cheerful crazy state he still does, he still scares people. That I have no idea how he does.

"Shut up both of you." I said, "Just go find a ditch and drop dead."

"Are you trying to say that I'm drop dead gorgeous sissy?" Ace stated with a high pitch tone.

"I'm trying to say that you sound like a beautiful kind lady," I said sarcastically, "that comes from a wealthy family, who plans her future before it even happen, who is the definition of perfect."