Duck In The Battlefield

No Backsies

Chapter 18

Drake agreed. Drake agreed. No matter how many times I said that once I woke up I couldn't believe it. Of course I didn't really know if it was like him to take on something when it benefited him but I knew I would.

A majority of my struggle with wanting Drake to train me is because of a conversation that pertained the love of my life. Of course Chase doesn't know this.

It was slightly depressing that when he pulled me away at night it was to talk about Drake. To be more exact it was to warn me to stay away from Drake. In his own words

"Stay away from Drake. You don't need to get in the Victor Division."

Like I said depressing that the love of my life doesn't want me around. But in his defense he just met me.

I tied my bike to the fence of Victor's building and pumped myself up by chanting "You are awesome. You are a man. A man of awesomeness.... expect your a girl."

I pushed open the door to Victor's building but the door seemed to disagree with my chants because it refused to budge. Then without warning it was yanked open and I fell on my face.

"You ready to go you awesome awesome man-girl," Drake taunted smirking.

I stared at the door in disbelief. "I thought you were my friend?" I whispered to it.

"It was locked dummy it is 4:30 in the morning."

"Oh," I responded. It still didn't answer how he heard me through the door.

Drake leads me through the building and into the back where a small two story shed was.

Training lasted up to lunch time and so that meant that I had been slaving away and working out for about eight hours. Drake was merciless and only let me have a ten minute break every hour. I would like to believe that I was now fit to win against everybody but I failed so badly I feel like I'm worse than before.

"Oh come on it wasn't that bad," Drake said as I limped towards the lunch room.

"I can't feel anything yet everything feels so heavy all at the same time," I complained and Drake laughs at me.

"Well I didn't believe Ray when he said that you were going to train this newbie," Al said from the stairway where she was seated on and I jumped at the suddenness.

"Anything to help you out, friend," Drake smiled moving closer to me.

"Yeah well from the looks of how things are going I think you are helping me," Al said and it was obvious she was making fun of the way I looked.

I probably smelled worse than the sewer and looked like one too. "Yeah well this is only the beginning.I'll get better over time don't you worry," I said with fake friendliness.

"I highly doubt that," Al said before she walked upstairs.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Drake. "Was she really waiting there for us?" I said before laughing.

Drake laughed with me to but then suddenly stopped. I turned to look at him and he was shoving me away from him, making me fall.

"Hey ladies," Drake says and I watch him in disbelief as he walks over to two blondes and flexes his, sadly very impressive arm muscles.

I scoff as he walks away with the two and I internally curse him to smell bad. Except since I was working out beside him for as long as I was I know that he surprisingly didn't.

After lunch and a very boring conversation where Mary had me tell her every detail of what Drake and I did to make sure no funny business was going on I threw my food away and spotted Drake leaving. I angrily walked over to him and pushed him although it probably felt like I tapped him.

"Yes?" Drake said and I realized that I haven't moved my hands from where they were placed on his back.

"Why the hell did you push me earlier!" I said finally moving my hands.

Drake must have found something funny in what I said because he started laughing. "Like I'll be seen with you."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I said as we both walked back to practice for one more hour.

"It means that whenever a hot girl is in my proximity you need to disappear."

I stop in my tracks and mentally face palm myself.

Practice didn't seem that bad seeing as I was taking out all my anger on Drake on Drake. Sadly I didn't get much punches, well to be more exact I only got one.

I was throwing the punches and Drake was teasing me as he dodged. I pulled back for a second and when he shifted I threw another hook and the second it hits him straight in nose his own fist is flying and colliding with my chin causing me to fall.

"Shit," Drake hissed moving to his feet as he looked at me.

He grabbed my jaws and made a face as he looks at my chin. He made a face of approval and I looked at him in disbelief. The ass was really praising his work.

"Oh well it's what happens when you punch someone with good reflexes," Drake said standing up. "Come one ten more minutes."

I could not believe what a jerk Drake was but it just made my dream so much sweeter. When I biked home I imagined Chase beating up the big bad dragon that was Drake and carrying me away.

I sighed dreamily closing my eyes. All the way home I was like this even as I slumped at the dining room table.

"That doesn't sound good," Mike interrupted me and I opened my eyes to look at him with a goofy smile.

"Yup that really doesn't look good either," Mike said. Suddenly he was slamming his fist on the table.

"No boys you hear me I'll have none of this," he ranted but I closed my eyes to dream again.

The very first time I saw Chase I fell in love. Well to be more precise I fell in love with his looks. But what happened after is what made me such a stalker in a deep love that has brought me nothing but trouble.

"Duck you stop this googly eyes and sighing or I'll ground you! Do you hear me!" Mike kept saying until I finally got annoyed and slapped him in the back of the head.

"Damn it Mike let me be in love," I say sighing again.

"No none of that nonsense!" he says. I tsked at him and go into my room locking it before he can come inside and lecture me.

I tried to get my mind away from Chase but I was so excited about having Drake train me that when Drake came to mind I immediately dreamt of Chase kicking the shit out of Drake.

I was in the middle of said ass kicking when my phone suddenly pinged. I had no life if I was being honest and so I was a little surprised to get a text from a number I don't recognize and that it was meant for me.

Match set in three weeks against Ayden. Good Luck Duck.

I stared at the phone and no matter what I couldn't not think of this message being mine. Is it possible to back out now? I close my eyes and in pain I groan out my annoyance.

"Son of a bitc-"