The Crimson Monster

All Smiles

I was in the club room, smiling as each of my punches made the punching bag sway violently.

My crimson hair was tied up in a long ponytail. I was wearing a black tank top along with army patterned tracks. I punched hard, trying to make each hit count.

I mean, it had been a while since I trained and during my most recent fight with the drunkards that picked a fight with Jordan, I knew I was loosing my touch.

Then again, this is me we're talking about. It wouldn't take a lot to be the best again. Certainly not at this school.

I dabbed my forehead with my wrist band, wiping sweat off, when for the first time I noticed Jordan standing in the doorway.

He looked serious as he stared at me.

My smile faltered a bit as I ceased punching. "How long have you been there??"

He didn't answer.

"Hello? Yo Jordan."

He blinked once, then shifted, leaning against the doorway.

"I'm sorry what?" His bangs flopped on his forehead, stinging his eyes as he swatted them away.

"How long have you been here?"

He smirked. "Long enough. I'm usually the first one here."

I smirked. "Yeah well, that's gonna change."

He just stared.

I got back to what I was doing.

"I got a call saying you joined the club as of today."

"Oh yeah." I replied. "You're the club president."

He walked to the other side of the bag and held it, preventing it from swaying. "Well, this is new."

"What is?" I punched harder as he stood his ground.

"The fact that you're acctully talking to me willingly without me having to force you. Also, you keep smiling."

My smile widened. "I suppose I'm in a good mood."

"Of course you are." Mason walked into the club room.

"Mason."

"I'm glad. Good for you Katelyn."

I hugged Mason as Jordan raised his eyebrows questioningly. "You guys a couple?"

"Mabye?"

Jordan fake shuddered. "Stop smiling so much, you're freakin' me out."

Mason smiled. It was a genuine happy smile, not one of his sad ones that I was seeing a lot of these days.

"So, this is the new club room huh?? It's much bigger."

Mason let loose his tied hair. "Yeah well, this is a town ruled by the sport."

I sighed. "Why didn't they just make a big enough room from the start?"

Jordan smirked. "You're not really bright are you? This school was just founded two years ago. The assets must not have been enough. Now that the school's doing well, they don't mind developing it a little."

"I guess so." Mason agreed. "Katelyn, you better get into your uniform."

I took a look at my watch, it showed 07:30. "Right."

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I was on the rooftop, eating a sandwich I'd bought from the cafeteria, my hair was let down. I only ever tied it when I fought or trained.

The door creeked open and Arlene walked in. "I heard you joined the street fighting club?"

"Indeed I did."

She looked confused at my smiling face but shrugged it of.

Was me smiling that unusual? I didn't think I was that grumpy, not that I cared.

"Do you know how to fight?? If you can't perform well you can just double the volunteer ho......

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there. I'm not doing extra anything cause I can fight. Pretty well actually." Confidence oozed out of me as I smiled brightly at her.

"But I am gonna need your help academicly."

She looked skeptical. "I'm glad you're taking this seriously, but, what changed your mind."

I stood up from my cross legged position, and put an arm around her shoulder. "You?"

She shoved me off her. "Are you okay? Not sick?"

"Nope." I was smiling stupidly. No wonder she thought I was sick. "Just happy."

She laughed and hugged me tight with her smaller frame. "You have no idea how weird this is. I'm glad I got through to you. So....are we still not friends?"

She tried pushing her luck. Oh well, I decided to cut her some slack. "I'll think about it."