The Crimson Monster

Unwanted Reunion

Pushing open the door to the street fighting club, I walked in like I owned the place, not bothering to knock.

Despite my denial towards the sport, I loved it. I loved street fighting and felt most comfortable in a place where I owned the surroundings. The club room was reasonably big, stored with dumbells in a small corner. There were two walkers, 3 cycling machines, 5 weight lifting machines, and 8 punching bags in the room.

A boy sat up on a weight lifting machine, letting go of the weights as he saw me enter.

"Are you lost?" He asked as his dyed dark blue hair flopped on his forehead, his bangs wet with sweat. His pitch black eyes twinkled as he smiled up at me.

"My civics teacher sent me here to help out with moving the equipment." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah? What's your teacher's name?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Though I do remember him mentioning it a few times."

The boy raised a dark eyebrow at me, as if questioning my sanity. He stood up and walked towards me. "Are you a transfer student?"

I shook my head.

He smirked. "Well then, you do know we are halfway through semester 1 don't you?"

Was I supposed to keep a track of that? "Are students supposed to keep a track of that?" I asked. "I wasn't informed."

"You're hilarious girl!" He started chuckling. "Now tell me why you're actually here."

When I didn't reply he just gave me a dumbfounded look.

Wasn't he full of expressions?

"You're serious?"

"Have I given you a reason to believe I'm not?"

He chuckled again. I was starting to get tired of this conversation.

Just as the boy was about to answer me, something started ringing.

He walked to the far end of the room and picked up the receiver of the attached phone, placing it on his ear.

"Oh! Yes sir. Katelyn is it? Just a second, I'll clarify."

He turned his head back to look at me, his blue bangs flopping with every movement. "You're name's Katelyn right?"

I nodded.

He talked back into the receiver. "Yes sir, she's here. Yes sir. Yes. Alright. "

Placing the receiver in place, he mentioned me inside the room. I walked in.

"Alright. Just wait a sec, other club members will be arriving here. I want you to help them carry these dumbell boxes to the new club room. Also, the other equipment is going to be dismantled by the end of the school day. I need you to stay back and help move that too."

I sighed. I really didn't want to stay back.

"Something wrong?" He asked. "Oh, and your civics teacher's name is Mr. Stanley. Don't forget it."

"I'll try." I replied. "Although I won't promise anything."

He smirked. "I like you Katelyn." He held his hand out. "Nice meeting you. I'm Jordan. Year two class A."

The corners of my lips vary faintly twisted upwards.

"Something funny?" He questioned, noticing my first change in expression since I walked into this room.

"Yes." I replied honestly. "You're short for a second year student."

The corner of his mouth started twitching in annoyence. "Look here I..............

"We're back!" Someone shouted from the entrance as random people started cramping into the room.

"Oh. This is a new face." A girl girl stated. "It's too late to join the club now. They stopped giving out forms a while back. You can come back at the start of 2nd semester though."

"I'm not here to join." I yawned out.

"K....Katelyn?" A deep voice spoke.

My expression changed, my eyes widening.

Looking up to the source of the fimilyer voice I saw a well built teenager looking into my eyes. I immediately recognised the shoulder length platinum blonde hair and midnight blue eyes.

"Mason?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.

I turned to the blue headed guy. "Tell Sir I won't be able to help the street fighting club out. I'll take detention instead."

With that. I pushed my way out of the room, passing Mason.

I could feel his stare on my back as I exited the old club room.