Cameron Taylor is an independent, strong-willed girl who happens to have a knack for violence. After completing her junior year at UCLA, she's not looking forward to spending a Summer at home. Besides having a dark past that she keeps locked away fr...
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This is going to be easy.
I watch as Cameron puts down her water on the side of the room and walks to the center of the mats. She rolls her shoulders and pops her neck, getting ready to get the shit beat out of her.
How the fuck can Jackson not handle her? I understand she's had previous training, but come on, self-defense classes aren't great lessons in fighting.
I plan to take her out in under three minutes. I don't want to knock her unconscious or hurt her severely, because then I would just feel bad. But I do want to hurt her. A couple of bruises won't kill her. I'm not stupid, I know my own strength and I've been fighting for years. I'll go easy on her.
I step out onto the mats as she bounces on the balls of her feet, getting her weight situated. I notice that everyone else has stopped their training to watch us. Even Mr. Lewis has paused his lessons with Phoebe to observe.
I start to prepare similarly to Cameron, and it's hard to not watch her as she stretches her arms and shoulders. Her body is glistening with sweat and, somehow, that makes her more attractive. Loose hairs have fallen out of her braids and frame her face, giving her a mussed-up look. She readjusts the wraps on her hands, getting this cute concentrated face as she does.
I have to force myself to stop staring at her because I need to focus on kicking her ass. This will shut everyone else up, and hopefully her too.
She finishes getting ready and stares me dead in the eyes, showing no fear or nervousness whatsoever. Only calm, cold determination. She gets into a fighting stance and I follow suit.
Let the show begin.
We begin to circle one another, both of our eyes darting across the other's body, waiting for someone to make a move. I'm waiting for her to throw a sloppy punch or kick me with her weight wrong so that I can knock her off her balance. She was good in her video, but she's not as good as me.
I finally get sick of waiting for her, so I strike first. I step forward and throw all of my force into a punch aimed at her ribs. She was just waiting for me to make my move. She automatically ducks into a crouch and sweeps the leg that I stepped forward on out from under me with her leg. I fall to one knee and look up at her, slightly shocked.
She played me. She wasn't ever going to attack first, she was trying to get me impatient enough that I move first. And it worked. She anticipated where I'd go first and was ready for me. This pisses me off.
I'm about to stand up and strike again when her fist collides with the side of my face. I go toppling off my knee and to the ground, laying on my back. I was not expecting her to have that much power in her punches. I mean, she looks like she weighs 100 pounds, but this girl has some muscles.
I need to get out of this situation. I vaguely can hear shouts in the background, some cheering for her, others yelling at me to get up, but I block them out.
