Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Two - Punch It!

You nibble on a small piece of bread, paying more attention to your surroundings than the pork, bread, and fruit on your plate. Halloween decorations have been hung up all across campus. Cheesy pictures of skeletons and devils hanging from the walls, tissue paper ghosts dangling from the ceiling, and pumpkins placed on any flat surface available.

No question, your mom would have loved this.

Trixie snaps at you for the third time since you've sat down for dinner, "Fleur, eat your food! You need more fuel!"

"I don't want to eat this much," you grump, still casting your eyes around to try and spot more Halloween decorations.

"It's not healthy to work out on an empty stomach, Fleur," Trixie scolds. "You're worrying me with how little you've been eating. Don't make me call your sisters."

Sighing heavily, you roll your eyes at Trixie, "Calm down, there's no reason to call Lavender or McKenzie. I just don't feel well if I eat a lot before I work out, and I need to practice extra today so Coach Pollard doesn't skin me."

"But then you don't fuel up after practice either." Trixie insists, glaring, "You need protein."

"You need protein," you mumble snarkily, picking up your spoon and taking a bite of pork to satisfy Trixie.

Honestly, you didn't have time to argue with Trixie about your eating habits. You intended to leave early to get some extra work in before practice tonight, but you had a feeling Trixie wasn't going to let you leave the table without making a scene. At least, not without eating half the food on your plate. With the first boxing match of the season coming up this weekend, you couldn't afford for your body to be in any condition but perfect.

When you start to get up from the table, Trixie objects, "Fleur!"

"What?" You huff, staring at her expectantly.

"Leave her alone, Trixie," Erica says from across the table. She'd been engrossed in conversation with Yua and Ariana all throughout dinner, but evidently she'd still been paying attention to you and Trixie as well.

Trixie crosses her arms, "She's going to get sick if she keeps skimping on meals."

"Keep the southern concerns in the south, Trix," Erica sighs. "Fleur is fine. Look at her, she's been practically bouncing in her seat the whole time. It's obvious she has a lot of pent up energy. If she gets hungry after practice, she's got snacks in our room."

"Healthy snacks?" Trixie asks.

Erica ignores Trixie and glances up at you. "Why are you worrying about the boxing matches so much?"

"I'm not," You lie. In fact, the boxing matches had been consuming your thoughts for the past few days. Although, you'd hoped you had been hiding your concern better than you had been. You should have known better than to try and keep something like that from Erica.

"Yes, you are." Erica continues, "You know you're one of the best female boxers in the state, right?"

You sit back down, taking your time answering, "I know...but I'm...fighting guys this year too."

Trixie places her hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture, "Come on. As if a guy could beat you."

"You kick all the guys' butts here at the school every time we practice," Erica says.

"That's different. I know them," you say.

Erica sighs, exasperatedly, "It's not different."

"It is!" You defend, "I know their techniques and their weaknesses and we take it seriously, but we also aren't really competing against each other."