Dollface

Part 18

My fingertips brushed the smooth, stretchy fabric of my black spandex shorts. I stood there as the rays of the nightlight beamed down on my skin.

Simon then makes his way into the backyard towards my lone figure. I take a deep breath and watch as he tosses a few materials onto the ground beside him.

After organizing and counting all the things he brought with him, he clasps his hands together and rubs them slowly, our eyes locked tightly. I felt intimidated under his gaze

S: You look weak. Like if I took a step closer to you, you would fall on your butt.

He dryly assessed my posture, with a scathing frown I spread my arms and stood a little straighter.

S: Better we stretch before you hurt yourself.
I: Are you trying to be funny?
S: Of course not. Don't be so impulsive and jump to conclusions.

He remarked sarcastically. I have no idea what his problem is today but I decide to just let him deal with it rather than make things worse.

S: Just do what I do.

He does some arm stretches and I do the same without breaking our eye contact then we move on to some leg stretches sitting on the grass, I'm not as physically fit as him so it was pretty obvious how weak and pathetic I was compared to him at the moment. I sigh and grab my left foot as best I can.

S: You're not doing any of that right.
I: Well, it hurts.

I informed him, pursing my lips as I looked at him from my position. Then he stands up and kneels next to me. When he touched my leg, I felt a shiver make my body and face instantly heat up.

Simon, however, didn't seem to notice my reaction. He lifts my leg and brings it towards me with pressure until I feel a burning sensation. I winced in pain until he stopped counting, and he did one or the other with my other leg, all the while staring at my face.

S: There, that would at least count as a leg stretch for today.
I: Well, sorry. I'm not as athletic as you, I get it.

I spit, not caring how he would react.

S: You're very fragile too.

He commented, making me glare at him in insult.

I: I hope you teach me very well so I can honestly kick your ass one day.

He grinned as wide as I'd ever seen him before.

S: Let's get to the educational park first before I let you kick my ass, dollface.
I: Shut up.

As a result of my comment, he grabs my arm and pulls me up with a lot of force. I scream just as my feet hit the ground and I bump into his chest, the hair on my face then being pushed out of the way with his hands.

S: Tie your hair up next time.

He grabs the elastic from my wrist, spins me around and effortlessly ties my hair back. Impressive.

I: I didn't know you could do a ponytail.
S: There are a lot of things you don't know about me.

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A while later we were working on the form. Simon would constantly scowl and groan in anger and frustration if I did something wrong, obviously he's not fit to be a teacher but I'd rather do what he says than argue with him again.

S: Isabell.

I gasp as I feel his hands grab my hips from behind and quickly spin me around.

S: I said turn this way.

Honestly, my mind was elsewhere and he seemed to know that, minutes passed and Simon seemed to have lost all his patience with me at this point, what does he expect?! With this man, everything has to be perfect!

S: Okay...

He breathed to himself, trying to regain his patience. I uncrossed my legs and frowned at him getting fed up so quickly.

S: You know what...hit me
I: What?
S: Hit me as hard as you can.

He confirmed firmly, waving his hands in his direction.

I stared into his dark eyes and narrowed my own, still not sure I heard him correctly.

I: Wait, what? Do you want me to hit you? Like, willingly?

He rolls his eyes.

S: Yes, I fucking said that.
I: And you don't get mad?

I asked carefully.

S: I don't get mad, Isa.

I sighed to myself and looked at him carefully as I stepped forward. He waited patiently for me to move further, and with a breath I tightened my right hand into a fist and raised it to hit him. Just as I'm about to hit him, he raises his hand to grasp my wrist ten times faster than my mind could even comprehend. He tugs on my wrist and I squeak as I fall against him.

S: Now you see how easy it is for me to catch you.
I: But you saw it coming, you knew I was going to hit you.
S: Pssst! Even if I didn't know, I'd still catch you.
I: What does that prove?

He silently grabs my other wrist and puts me in the form he taught me earlier.

S: I'm proving a point. Just listen and pay attention. Stop blushing every time I touch you.

Embarrassment flushed across my face again, helpless, he glanced at me quietly as he moved away.

S: Let's do something you're familiar with, as this is obviously a bad start.

He grabs a gun from the grass, I haven't touched one in a while, considering I was never offered one, Simon took the safety off and loaded the gun, as his hands did it effortlessly, it was overwhelmingly attractive.

S: Okay, turn around.

I do as he tells me and turn away from him. He slowly walked behind me, my back almost hitting his chest. I held my breath as I saw his arms wrap around me, using his left hand to guide mine to the gun.

I tried to ignore the feeling I got when he was so close to me, I tried to stop my heart from racing because I knew my attention should be focused on the gun, but everything seemed to have slowed down. How his hot breath fanned against the skin of my neck or how his voice sounded right next to my ear.

S: Are you paying attention?

I stare straight ahead and now realize that both of my hands were on the gun while his was still touching mine, I swallow and nod my head.

I: Yes.
S: What did I just say?

He spoke? I couldn't possibly answer that.

I: Hold the gun tighter?

I think that sounds more like a question than intended.

Simon paused and I shudder when I feel his lips brush against my ear.

S: That's interesting because I didn't say anything.

My already hot face seemed to warm up, with a noticeable change in my facial features.

S: Listen, Isa. I'm tired of repeating myself.