"McGarrett, you got the new girl today?" Twig asked me.
I shrugged.
"You ganging up on the ladies now?" he teased.
I shook my head in amusement. "Nah. I already know they can all kick your asses."
He let out a deep laugh. "You wish, kid."
I stood up and began going through my arm stretches as I watched the others. The men and women were usually integrated, but I tended to spar Watson a lot. Since I had been avoiding him, I had been sparring the others. It wasn't as challenging as it should have been, and I felt bored.
"Hey, Cassandra. Commander McGarrett said I'm to teach Camellia the ropes today before she can start sparring the rest of us," someone was saying.
I looked up to see Rosaline.
I nodded.
"Are you still avoiding Watson?" she asked as I stretched.
I looked at her in confusion.
"Oh, please. It's obvious something happened between you two. You don't spar with anyone these days besides him, and he looks at you like a lost puppy."
I looked at her blankly.
She laughed. "Talk to the poor guy, will you? Put the rest of us out of our misery."
I felt my eyebrows crease.
"He's been giving everyone else a beating."
"He isn't good enough to put a beating on everyone," I spoke.
"When it comes a majority of people here in training? He definitely can. The ones who are in the field, he has a harder time with. You're like that, too. And I can tell that you need the challenge. You're growing bored. I don't know what happened between you two, but you need to communicate. It's okay to be vulnerable."
I scowled at her.
She laughed, walking away.
Rosaline turned back to look at me, speaking over her shoulder, "Like a book, Cassandra."
I let out a dry laugh and flipped my middle finger up.
She laughed and walked towards the equipment to help Lia with the warmups.
I sighed, hearing the rain. I would have to run inside today if I didn't want to catch a cold. I kept my shirt on as I walked towards the stairs to get to the indoor track. I was lucky that my dad had his own training center. He had been able to get some of the best equipment and material, and it was spacious. As I stretched my legs before jogging, I looked down to the main floor and saw people walking through movements or sparring each other, pausing to help the other with moves.
I plugged my earphones in and tapped my watch, bringing up my playlist. I picked a song and began to jog. I didn't have a number of laps in mind, just that I needed to get my miles in.
By the time I was finished, I was soaked in sweat. I walked back downstairs and peeled my shirt off of my body, leaving me in my leggings and sports bra. I wiped my face with my shirt and tossed it on my bag, grabbing my water and gloves. I drank some water and slipped my gloves on, walking towards the mats.
"McGarrett, you're with me today," I heard Twig call out to me.
I looked over at him, tilting my head in curiosity.
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The Other Half ✓︎
Teen FictionCassandra MacGarrett isn't social, not anymore. She has friends she can count on one hand and her twin brother. Her life is simple nowadays: school, training, homework, bed. And then IT happens. The incident that's not so much an incident but a cri...