Z POV:
"MiniLadd." I said, smirking at the pale skinned ginger.
"Has a nice ring to it."
I was going to go get another apple, but when I stood up, Tyler threw me a glare...
If looks could kill.
Why is he looking at me like that?
I didn't do anything...
I sat down, thinking.
Maybe I should try to talk to him.
Maybe he isn't so...
No. I'm turning soft.
Tyler sat beside MiniLadd.
He was pissing me off for a reason.
And then I was also feeling something else.
Then I started working myself up, getting mad for no reason.
I finally couldn't take it anymore...
I walked over to Tyler, no threateningly, not grabbing my weapon, just simply walking over and grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him outside.
He gasped but followed.
"We're just talking." I told everyone.
We got outside, and I closed the door.
I looked at Tyler.
"What's your problem?" I asked.
He looked at me.
"I don't have one. What the fuck is up with you?" he asked.
I looked up at him.
"I don't know. You looked at me... Funny." I said.
"You're probably just seeing things."
He told me.
I sighed. "I normally do."
He looked at me.
"You hate me."
I looked at him.
"Hate's a strong word."
"You tell me you hate me everyday."
I looked at him.
"Well, maybe I don't mean the words I say."
He sighed.
"You hate me." I shrugged.
He looked at me.
"No, I don't."
My eyebrows knitted together.
"You don't?"
He shook his head.
"I try not to be mean to girls. I fail sometimes, though."
I looked at him.
"Tyler, I know you glared at me."
I was so sure.
He looked at me.
"I complimented MiniLadd. And you... Looked like you'd murder me." I told him.
He looked down.
Maybe he didn't want me to compliment MiniLadd?
"Tyler... Are you and Craig...?" I crossed my fingers in front of him, acting as if they were people in a relationship.
"What? No. Z, I'm not gay."
I laughed.
"Sure. That's what it is."
He shook his head.
"No! It's not! Okay? I like girls."
I looked at him.
"Then what is it? You don't want me complimenting him."
I asked.
He shook his head at me.
I pulled down my hood.
"What the hell, Tyler? Do you see my eyes?" I asked.
He looked at me, nervously, and nodded.
"I don't want you to lie to me. I know when you are." I told him.
He looked into my eyes, and then for a second, blinked.
I looked at him.
"Is something... Wrong?"
"Your eyes." he shook his head.
"They..." he was in disbelief.
"Change colors?" I asked.
He nodded.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Tyler. My eyes change colors depending on what mood I'm in."
I could feel my eyes changing to a pinkish color now...
I blinked.
He gazed at me in astonishment.
"It's the chemicals in my blood." I told him.
"What?" he asked.
"Chemicals. With my first master... I was poisoned. I was knocked out, and well..." I closed my eyes.
He grabbed my chin and moved my head sideways, making me face towards him.
My eyes were really pink now...
Which wasn't a good sign.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"Horrible, horrible things." I whispered.
"I'm sorry." he whispered back.
"I'm okay now... Just... My emotions are usually hidden. I must've burnt through my contacts... That gives away how I'm feeling easily."
We were both now whispering.
"That sucks."
I looked at him.
"But why did you glare at me?"
He looked.
He finally noticed my eyes.
"Was does it mean when your eyes are pink?" he smirked.
I closed my eyes and turned away.
"Nothing..."
"Pink..." he laughed.
"Shut up, Tyler." I said.
"You're not mad..." he laughed and grabbed my chin again.
"You're just horny." he whispered in my ear.
"I'm not horny... Just..." I huffed.
He laughed again.
"Why did you look at me the way I did?!" I demanded again.
I was trying so hard not to hit him.
I didn't want Tyler to see me like this!
My eyes were pink.
I WAS horny.
I tried to clear my thoughts, but the pink just got more and more prominent.
He laughed again.
He was inches from my face.
I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks, making me even hotter.
"Tyler. Tell me. I want to know." I said.
"Chill, damn, Z. You're just mad because you're turned on."
He laughed.
I couldn't do this!
I love Lui! Not TYLER!
I finally snapped and pushed him on the ground, pinning him.
"I hate you!" I said, my knife to his throat.
"No you don't." he said.
"Yes! I DO!" I said.
"Psh. Sweetie, you love me. And you're horny. This couldn't be any better." he said.
"You didn't want me looking at him because you were jealous!" I said.
"Of you?!" he asked.
I shook my head no.
"Of him. You want me. You do." I said, smirking, accusing him, hoping he hates me more.
"Maybe, maybe not." he said.
"You are." I said.
He smiled.
"Tell me!" I was losing my temper... My eyes were now a dark pink, almost red.
I pushed the knife a little into his neck, just seconds away from piercing his skin.
"Mmm. Cut me, baby. Fucking cut me. I love it when you're angry." he said, squirming beneath me.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I said, trying to cancel the pink out.
He smirked and pulled me closer.
I felt so weak...
He pulled me all the way down to where.my head was hovering over his neck, where my knife still was.
"Cut me, baby. Yeah, cut me."
He grabbed my hand and almost put it on his... Well... You know, and then smiled again.
I pulled my hand away, but he pulled me down and made my body collapse onto his, making me moan almost inaudibly, and he kissed my lips fiercely, hungrily.
Shit! I can't do this! What is HE DOING?!
I tried to push away several times, and he just held me tighter.
"Ty-l-er!" I mumbled over his lips.
He forced his tongue into my mouth.
I almost choked. He moaned.
"TYLER!" I gasped.
He paused.
"STOP!" I grabbed his hands and tried to release his grip, but I couldn't.
I was left with one choice...

Mini POV:

I was really growing worried.
It had been ten minutes.
"Can I please go check on them?!" I asked, panicking.
Maybe she hurt him!
"Fine." Evan said.
"Make sure he isn't dead." Delirious said.
That's what I was thinking.
"Go around the back, and be quiet, she's an assassin. So when she kills someone... She's quiet. You have to be silent to hear her." Nogla said.
I nodded and cracked open the back door.
This door led to a passage, to a corner, and around that corner was the front, where Tyler and Z should be.
I quietly stepped forward.
I looked around the corner.
My heart plummeted and shattered into pieces.
I couldn't breath...
Z was on top of Tyler, trying to push him away. Tyler was grabbing her hand... Placing it on his dick... Marking territory.
I pulled back around to the corner, to where I was invisible.
I slid down the edge of the wall and put my face in my hands, my hands in my knees.
But... I loved Tyler. I was in love with Tyler. I want Tyler. But he wants... her.
I shook my head and dried my tears.
I walked back into the shelter.
"They okay?" Lui asked me.
"They're perfect." I said, trying to hide my sadness.