OC x Axel Kovacevic-
Vanya Martin was a mystery. To most she was a troubled teen with a heart made of gold. To others, there was a side only the lucky ones were allowed to see.
No one saw the battles she fought everyday. However, no matter how dark...
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Sam POV
I walk onto the beach and look out a the sea. I turn my head to look around and see the boy that was getting hit earlier. He was training with his shirt off, very focused. He freezes when he sees me.
"Oh, sorry, I-. Sorry, I... I didn't mean to startle you." I walk closer to him. "Um... I'm Sam by the way."
"Axel," He replies, not making eye contact.
"That's a pretty cool kata. What's it called?"
He looks at me and looks away again. "I... I am not supposed to speak with opponent."
"We're not on that mat." I smile at him friendly. He doesn't say anything but I notice his eyes keep flickering to something behind me. "It's pretty late to be training, right?"
"Always time for training." Bending down to pick up his shirt, I see marks on his pack.
"Whoa, whoa! What happened to your back?"
Uh, from bo staff competition," He says, continuing to put on his shirt. His eyes going past me once again.
I shake my head and scrunch my eyebrows. "Nobody's been able to land a point on you yet." Axel doesn't say anything and looks at the ground, and the truth dawns on me. "I saw what happened with your sensei."
"My sensei wants me to be the best. It's because of him I never lose."
"There are other ways of teaching. I mean, I gotta admit, your dojo's pretty great."
"Thank you," He answers, his focus still not completely on me.
I turn around and follow his glaze to a figure sitting down on the beach, feet in the water, hugging her knees. I knew who it was the moment I saw her because the light of the moon and city shone off her blonde hair. Only one person I knew had that blonde of hair, and was not at the bar with the rest of us. Vanya.
"She's very beautiful, isn't she?"
His face turns shy and his cheeks have a red tint. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Let's go talk to her. Come on." I wave him over and he picks up his jacket, following me.
Sitting on the beach, I hug my knees and rest my face on them, feeling the cool sand beneath me. The gentle waves lap at the shore, their rhythmic sound soothing my mind. As I look out at the vast expanse of water, the moonlight dances on the surface, creating a shimmering path that seems to stretch out to infinity. The ocean's endless horizon reminds me of the limitless possibilities in life, and I feel a sense of calm wash over me.
