I could feel his gaze on my face analyzing every feature there is. It didn't bother me, but it gave the impression that she was reading every bit I hid, it made me feel like an open book where she could read every riddle without effort. I made a sound in my throat like I was choking just so she wouldn't suspect my plan. Everything was well laid out in my head and I could already imagine how difficult it would be to win. But it was almost impossible to control that side of me, I always liked to do crazy things, although some of them didn't pay off very well. I remembered the time I had let ben (my pet mouse) escape in the middle of the gala. He ran across the hall making all the women and some men climb the walls. And as expected I was promised to ground me for a whole month which I reduced to a week with easy smiles and good behavior, this actually happened in my childhood. I look at her as soon as I hear her say that she would beat me, I let out a heavy sigh. How could she be so cocky? My expression holds steady as I say it. ________ I can already tell that you have talent for the bow, but is that all you know how to do? - I raised my eyebrow in order to show the unknown, she faced me with high seriousness, her lips slightly pursed.
________ I fight very well too! -She exclaimed with that arrogant air, a wide and evil smile made itself on my lips at the same time, after all my plan was working, I was never good in the bow, but when it comes to fighting there is another story.
_________ Excellent! Let's fight then... - She blinked a few times looking thoughtful - What is it? Is afraid? - I approached her hovering under the redhead's ears. - Of losing....? - She punched me hard in the foot of my stomach in surprise! I coughed a few times and then she smiled and seemed to enjoy it.
_________ Let's go... The huge room had its compartments, space for wrestling and fencing, and after the pool, turning left, there were the changing rooms. Ayla looked right at home, holding a dagger and appearing to know how to hold it properly. She admired the weapon, analyzing the designs carved into its blade. She turned and threw the weapon, hitting the target a few distances away. I walk slowly, passing under one of the ropes. I wouldn't have the heart to hit her which meant I would get spanked. I watch her stretching her arms and legs, I looked at my shirt and the sleeves almost covered my fingertips. In a quick gesture I took off my shirt leaving the countless tattoos on display. One thing was running through my head, the first was that I wouldn't hurt her and the second that I wouldn't lose the fight. And so we started. In a few seconds I took a sweep finding a very hard ground below me. Feeling her knee on my chest kept me on the ground. I ended up grinning at her words letting my dimples show. ________ You are very dangerous .. - I said still without breaking the smug smile with my gaze still locked on hers. I felt my heart beat with a disconcerted rhythm as she put her hands on the ground just getting closer. That's not fair. - That's low game .. - I complained doing it and then completed it - It's fair we change that .. Before she could measure my words my face approached hers making our noses touch lightly. And then my hand went down to her waist and I used the strength I had to change positions. Now I was in control. I held both of her hands with just one of my hands and brought my lips to her ear while keeping her still.
________ Do you know what my strongest weapon is in the fight? - I whisper with an arrogant smile on my lips. - The force... if I may say so now I'm going to knock you out. - I announced taking her shoulder without caring about the beast that struggled on top of me. I left the ring still holding her and then stopped in front of the pool. And so I threw myself along with her keeping her close even though I knew I was playing with fire... - I said I would win. - I announced watching the expression of hate burn in those emerald green irises, however something in my chest turned on like a light in the middle of the extinguished tunnel.
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AcciónAyla has always been told by her mother that she should be different, not just because she is very unfeminine, or because her ways of acting and speaking are, as we might say; unrestrained and unfiltered; goes beyond the personality she imposed year...
