Chaos

two - Boy Wonder and Mr. Owen

If I had thought that McCoys face was red before, now it was a cherry tomato. He turned us roughly, my eyes immediately locking in on beautiful green eyes and a head full of curly blonde hair. His eyes sparked at he saw me, a small smile on his face before they narrowed in on the hand McCoy had around my arm.

I grimaced as pain shot through me, the nails in his hand digging in even more as I turned my eyes back to the man in front of us. He must've been able to see the pain within my eyes, his own widening slightly before hardening to something I don't think I ever wanted to see on that happy face of his again.

"Mr. McCoy, I suggest you take your hand off of her, and let me handle her." He didn't leave much room for argument, staring at McCoy until his arm begrudgingly left my arm.

I made a face as the blood rushed back to my arm, my eyes flickering to where it was already beginning to show. The crescent moon marks from his nails were red, a small trickle of blood leaving one of them as I heard him stomp away. I looked back up, finding the seven guys I just met as well as my brothers staring after McCoy, rage prominent in all of their faces.

I forced a smile to the blonde, his eyes narrowed even more on the mark on my arm. He sighed slightly, reaching forward for the same arm. I felt myself flinch, my eyes shooting from his wide and open face to my brothers. I let out an inner sigh of relief, beyond thankful they didn't see my flinch.

My eyes flickered back to the blonde, who had seemed to see exactly what I was looking at. He gave me a look at that, my face flushing as I tired to peer away from his accusing gaze. "Ms, White, was it?"

I peaked back up to him, giving him a small grin as he basically narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah, White. Eris White."

"Do you want to come with me? I need to look at that mark on your arm, I am a doctor you know." I rolled my eyes gently, hardly believing this hunk of a man was actually a doctor.

Seriously, I think I had zits older than this guy.

"If it gets me away from where ever McCoy is, sure." I looked back to my brothers, watching them begin interacting with the guys we had just been introduced to. We began walking, his body leading me through the crowd and out into the still busy hallway.

He quickly brought me to the nurses station, my eyebrow furrowing as we stepped in and a man wearing a charcoal suit stood up. He looked absolutely immaculate, not a single hair out of place as he peered at me with hard silver eyes.

I wanted to push him into a pile of mud.

He stood a few inches taller than the blonde, who still hadn't told me his name, and was just a bit broader. If you didn't pay as close attention as I did, you wouldn't have been able to notice it.

"Is he the real doctor?" I asked the blonde, his eyes widening as he looked at me.

"Pookie, you wound me so! How could you think stuffy Owen over there was the perfection all rolled into a doctors coat that I am!" I rolled my eyes almost at the same time as Owen, his silver eyes sparking ever so slightly as he looked back towards me.

"It's most likely the toddlers hair cut that makes her believe me to be the actual doctor Sean." He dryly responded to him, the corner of my lip quirking ever so slightly as I watched the exchange between the two.

"This is not a toddlers haircut Owen! This is a perfectly reasonable nineteen year old haircut." I cocked my head to the side, so he truly wasn't a doctor then? Unless he was in an insane accelerated program, and was able to get through school at an early age.

Technically, I could've graduated by now. But mommy dearest didn't want me too, because of the fact I was too smart. In my family, you can't be too much of anything. You can't be too smart, too dumb, to skinny, too fat, too nothing.