Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
Castle is horrible at fighting.
Dad's teaching him the basics of how to throw a punch, kick someone in the stomach, and how to elbow someone in the face.
So far Castle has only managed to hurt himself.
"Come on, man! Hurt me!" Dad cheers on him, standing with his face jutted out in Castle's direction. Castle looks hesitant, his fists loosely curled.
He goes to drive his fist in Dad's direction but before that can happen, Dad brings up his hand and blocks him. In a blink, Dad flips him around and pins Castle's arm behind his back.
"Too slow," he says.
Castle sighs as Dad releases him. He massages his shoulder, looking weary. "How do you keep blocking me?"
"I can see what you're going to do seconds before you move," Dad replies. "It's all about taking your opponent off guard."
Castle nods, preparing to throw another punch.
By the time, they're doing that, I'm inside in the kitchen, wrapping up Castle's gift with Mom and Camille.
I couldn't find a gift in time, but Mom and Camille bought one this morning and decided to give it as a family gift.
After wrapping the gift, Mom hands it to me. "Go give it to him."
"Me?" I raise my eyebrows.
She nods.
"But you both bought this," I say.
"Oh, who cares?" Camille waves her hand. "It's a family gift. Go give to him."
They both stare at me with meaningful eyes. Confusion envelopes me at their stares but I shrug, carrying the box to the living room where Dad's sitting on Castle's back and shouting at him to try and break free.
Castle's face is turning purple with Dad's weight.
Holly to the rescue!
"Look what we got you!" I announce, holding up the present.
"Ooo your gift!" Dad jumps up, tugging Castle along with him.
Castle heaves in a breath, wiping his forehead as if he fought a war.
I hold out the gift to Castle and he hesitates.
"For me?" he asks, nervously.
"No, for me. Dummy. Yes, it's for you," I say.
He takes the gift from me, looking awkward.
"Open it." Dad urges.
Castle takes his time to open the gift, taking off one tape after the other.
