Chapter Two

                                    

                                          
Five's pov
I'm eating Chinese food at the buffet as Klaus walks up to take a seat at my table. He pulls out a chair next to me and gives me this weird ass smile.
"Soooo, what do you think of Hotel Obsidian!? Isn't she's a beaut?" Klaus rests his chin on his hands. He's always in this chipper mood, even after we just got our asses kicked by the Sparrow Academy. I rolled my eyes and swallow my food.
"Yeah, she's so great." I give Klaus a sarcastic smile and he pats my shoulder. I'm honestly drained and could go for a little something more than just Chinese food. I take my last bite of my food getting up and walking away. Klaus then follows me quickly.
"Where are you going amigo?" Klaus catches up to me and walks by my side. I scoffed and head to the elevator.
"Anywhere away from you." I walk into the elevator and press the close button. But unfortunately Klaus squeezes in just in time. He looks at me with a fake sad face.
"Why wouldn't you want the presence of your favorite brother?" He crossed his arms, tilting his head. The elevator door shuts and we start to ascend to the third floor of the hotel. I rub my temples and shut my eyes tightly.
"Klaus, who would ever want your presence at a time like this?" I sigh and open my eyes to look at him. He has his hands on his hips and his eyebrows furrowed. 
"I'd like to inform you that a lot of people enjoy my company." He says a bit offended. I rolled my eyes as the elevator dings. I walk out leaving Klaus back in the elevator. He finally decided to back off for once. Walking down the hallway, I reached the hotel room I was in. I walked in and shut the door. My head was aching and so was my body. I looked into the mirror on the wall and fixed my hair, only to see a huge gash on my forehead.
"Damn it." I mumbled to myself. It hurt like hell and I needed to cover it up. I walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet over the sink. Fortunately I found a first aid kit. I opened the kit up and took out some rubbing alcohol and a bandage. Grabbing a face towel from the rack, I dumped some alcohol onto the towel. I looked into the mirror and dabbed the towel to my forehead.
"Ow! Shit!" I winced as I felt the sting on my opened skin. I kept dabbing my forehead ever so gently and finally placed the bandage carefully on my forehead. I closed the kit and placed it in its original place. 
Walking out of the bathroom I noticed that this hotel didn't have much of a alcohol stock. Well, it's did but not very... how do I say this? Effective. I blinked out of my hotel room and back downstairs to the main lobby. Nobody seemed to care about what I just did, considering that most of the guests were old people that probably had dementia and druggies who were too high to even notice me. 
I walked out of the hotel and walked the streets of New York, looking for a good bar to have a drink or two at. After a few minutes of walking I cane across the outside of a local bar. Shrugging, I walked in and noticed how many people were in the bar. This wasn't just a bar though, this seemed to be a club. I noticed strippers on poles and multiple older men at the bar having drinks, some even wasted. 
"This'll have to do." I muttered under my breath and made my way to a bar stool. Looking around all I saw were flickering colorful lights sounding the place and many people on the dance floor. I turned back to the bar and looked at the bartender. 
"A shot of vodka please." I said and the bartender nodded. 
"Aren't you a little to young to be in a place like this buddy?" The bartender crossed his arms. I rolled my eyes in irritation.
"Not all people look their age." I replied. His brows furrowed and his face went serious.
"I'm going to need to see some ID then." Was this guy fucking serious? I took ahold of his wrist in a tight grip and pulled out my pocket knife, holding it closely to his wrists. One wrong move and his hand would be detached from his arm.
"Let's not make this a problem, hmm? Get me a drink." I grinned and glared into his eyes. The bartender showed fear very quickly and nodded. I let go of his wrist and put my knife away. He turned his back and poured a shot glass of straight vodka. He gave me the glass and I downed it in less than a second. 
I kissed my teeth and turned my attention to the people who were sitting at the bar. That's when she caught my attention. A beautiful young woman sitting a couple stools away from me. I admired her from afar, taking in her beautiful features. She had long brown hair past her shoulders, a ravishing curved body, and her skin looked flawless. I grinned as I got out of my seat and made my way to her. 
(Y/n)'s pov
I decided to go to a local club to take a breather. So much happened in the span of an hour. I sat at the bar having a good look at the people who surrounded me. This is the place where I could use someone for my revenge plan. Someone who would help me without even knowing it. Tod was wrong to call me manipulative, I was just maneuvering people to help me with a little problem that could easily be fixed. 
I looked around the bar too see what fish I could hook. Then I spotted him. What seemed to be a young man who looked the age of 18. He was young but damn was he a looker. I grinned and focused on his features from afar. He had raven colored hair, the sharpest jawline, he seemed to be a little taller than me, but what really threw me off was his outfit. He wore a what seemed to be a school boy uniform and his shorts went down to his knees. It was a turn off but everything else seemed so...perfect. He was the one. I noticed he was looking around and I quickly took my gaze off of him and back to my drink I had.
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