Mission Impossible

Chapter 11~ Misplaced Feelings

CLARA'S POV

  It had been two weeks since I had last seen Harry. After I left his room angry, and he didn't stop me, we hadn't even texted since then. Rain said that our people were still trying to use the information we had gathered from Jane and Enrique to give us a new mission but two weeks without a mission had me itching to go on one. Hit someone. Something. So I pulled on black spandex, and a light blue sports bra, and jogged downstairs and across the yard to The School's gym, unlocking the doors and going inside to find a bunch of girls training already. Since everyone seemed to have a sparring partner already, I went over to a punching bag and started punching and kicking it. When I was only five minutes in, I was stopped by a familiar yet not so welcomed voice behind me.

  "You look angry. Sure you don't want to try to take that anger out on me?" she asked and I lowered my fists, turning around slowly to see my least favorite girl in the whole school, Katie. She had straight, long blonde hair, and had a pale complexion that was actually beautiful on her. She had brown eyes and they were the nice kind, but she was anything but nice, and her personality was anything but beautiful.

  "Is that a trick question?" I fired back, crossing my arms over my chest.

  "I'll take that as a yes," she replied, and we both walked over to an empty mat, taking our places on the mat. Some of Katie's minions had gathered around already, but I ignored them as I stared down Katie. She was as close to a bully as anyone could get to me, since most people were too scared of me to even be mean. They knew I could, and would, hurt them if necessary.

  I walked to the middle of the mat along with Katie and bowed, but instead of peering up to see her mirroring my actions, I saw her foot inches away from my face. I had no time to react, and found myself on the ground within seconds, a stinging pain by my eye.

  "That was a dirty shot," someone called from the crowd gathered around the mat, and I recognized it as Sydney's. I picked myself up of the ground, as Katie ignored her words. I put my arms back up into fighting position and waited for Katie to make a move. I knew she would. One of her many flaws was that she was cocky, and thought that she was better than anyone, even though she wasn't the top student in the school; I was. 

  She threw her leg up at me, which I deflected and threw a backhand punch to her stomach, upper cut to the jaw, and sweeped her legs out from under her. I backed off, allowing her time to get up since it was the sportsmen-like thing to do. Katie was still smirking when she stood up, putting her hands up and circling the mat with me.

  "Why are you so mad?" she asked as we moved, a taunting tone in her voice. I growled at her like I sometimes did when I was angry, and she noticed this, taking it as an opportunity to come at me again. I was ready for her however, and grabbed her leg in mid air, turning my body and placing a swift kick to her stomach which was wide open with her leg up in the air. I let go of her leg and stepped towards her, pulling my elbow back to place it in the middle of Katie's chest and knocking the wind out of her. I stepped back again, allowing her time to breath. Katie looked up at me and smirked, joining in again on the circling around the mat. "You know, you sure do fight well, even though your parents were too busy being dead to teach you anything," she spat at me, and I lost it, throwing my fist into her face and hearing a nice crack as soon as I made contact. Katie went stumbling to the ground, holding her nose as her friends swarmed her. I was about to go for another hit when I felt two strong arms wrap around my sweaty body, holding me back.

  "You're done," the raspy British accent spoke into my ear and I immediately relaxed as Harry held me, pulling me away and out of the gym. He let go of me once we were outside and I turned to see him wearing a white shirt with navy blue tights jeans and brown boots. I was beginning to think stuff like that was all he owned.