BAD BLOOD! (H.S)

VIII. Part 2

I stand next to Zayn as the guy and the girl step up onto the matte. She walks slowly to the middle where she turns to look at us. Her ponytail falling across her left side, face is stern and focused. The guy leans in closely bending slightly in order to whisper something in her ear. His right hand touching her elbow . She nods before locking eyes with mine.

"Pretty boy, up here now" He tells me, motioning his two fingers forward. I look to Zayn as if asking if he was serious but all he does is nod his head towards the matte and I clench my jaw. My feet take me to the matte with such resistance.

I hate being told to do something. If anything it makes me want to do the opposite. But I rather not hear my father complaining so with much reluctance I pull myself up and enter the ring. I walk to where they stood until I was in front of him.

"Today she will be demonstrating basic fighting techniques , the easy stuff. I expect you to try your best and do what you think is right, understood?" Even though I didn't want to fight against a woman I nodded my head. I saw what she is capable of and I underestimated her abilities.

"Great saddle up" as soon as those words left his mouth she immediately got into position. Her left leg stood behind as she squatted slightly forward, bringing her fist in front of her face.

I copied her movement and waited for the next instruction.

"Start"

We circled each other a few times. I knew not to make the first move and I guess she did too. Our stubborn nature seemed to get on the instructors nerves when he sucked his teeth.

" Guys , someone make a move" I roll my eyes and stay circling her. I wasn't going to be the one making that mistake. She took a deep breath before stepping forward throwing a punch at my face but I quickly reacted, dodging it.

She hopped back into her own space and bounced up and down slightly. I stayed light on my feet as I kept circling around her, testing her patience.

"Red" The guy says in a stern tone to which she rolls her eyes before launching towards me in a face pace. I act quickly and swing my fist but she catches it with her right hand followed by her left elbow swinging across my face. I grunt as my head falls back. Immediately I feel the liquid fall down my cheek but I ignore it as I focus on her who now has a smirk on her face as she backs up. My teeth grits as I wipe off the blood from my face and get back into position feeling the adrenaline pump through my veins. Nobody just hits me and gets away with it.

I Stand in position not knowing what to do next. I don't want to fight a girl despite her obvious training. It just does not feel right.

"Alright that's enough fooling around, Red straight jab" Before I could process his words her fist came straight out punching me right in the nose. I swear a heard a crack and I stumbled back holding my nose as curses flowed from my mouth.

"What the fuck?" I shout as I hold my nose tightly. I can see blood stream down my hand but the pain distracts me from the nauseating feeling in my stomach.

"Should of blocked Harry" I hear the guy speak but my patience has ran out and I can no longer hold my tongue.

"I didn't fucking see her coming you piece of shit" I grunt when my nose pluses and I pinch the bridge of it to stop the bleeding. At least lessen it.

"You may never see your opponent coming. You must stay alert or you'll always lose."

I stayed quite, not wanting to waste my breath any longer and the pain from my nose was starting to spread through my head.

"Go get him cleaned up for the party. Session is over" Was all I heard as I hear people's feet shuffle across the floor as they exit. I stayed hunched over, I probably was over reacting. I've been in many fights before which were just random drunk fights but I've never been conscious for any of them. You would think that her small delicate hands could never do such damage but that shit hurt like a motherfu****. I felt a hand press to my back and I straighten up slightly to see Zayn giving me a sympathetic shake of the head.