Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 44 'A-man'

Entry 38

13th October, 2016.
Thursday
11:05 a.m

Clarke Augustan

I received a call from Zubair, we were in the same training batch a year ago, he was like Drew's favourite.

"Yo Clarke, Are you busy?"

"Uhhh." I replied yawning as I looked around to see what I was doing. Sitting around in my living room with Sherlock playing in the TV and popcorn in the oven. "Yeah, I am pretty busy."

"Drew wanted to test you on your monthly shooting test. You haven't practiced in weeks so it's kind of left Drew with a lot of worry." He replied his voice strained with concern for Drew. I rolled my eyes at both their over dramatic behaviour.

"I can promise you I haven't lost my shooting skills."

"He really wants you here." He replied back firmly. I sighed and rubbed my temples. In the end, I really couldn't say no to Drew, he was my trainer, my coach, and I had to respect him.

"I'll be there in an hour?" I asked him as I lazily got off my sofa.

"I can hear Sherlock in the back, Clarke. Be here in 15." and then I heard the line go dead. I rolled my eyes and left to the washroom. I reached the camp within half an hour. I met up with Drew and started off with warming up first. Somewhere in the middle he stopped me and asked me to sit down for a while. I raised an eyebrow at him but sat down nevertheless.

"Are you fine?" He asked me as he checked my temperature by placing his hand on my forehead. I gave him a weird look and quickly pushed his hand away.

"I'm fine. Are you fine?" I asked him back.

"No sarcasm, no teasing, no arguments, no over-smart talks. What happened to you?" He asked me concerned.

"Nothing." I replied as I laughed a little and got up to continue my warm up.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked me as he stood up with me. I shook my head and laughed again.

"What is that suppose to mean? I'm one hundred percent sure that there is nothing in this world that I can't be of help with."

"You'd be surprised."

"Tell me."

"You would be the last person I'd ask help for." I replied.

"I can help. Trust me. What is it?" He whined from the side. I ignored his constant questions and continued with my work. He came in front of me stopping my workout and looked at with a challenging look in his eyes.

"Try me."

"Love." He erupted into laughers as soon as that word left my mouth. I kept a poker face on while he continued laughing. When he finally realised I wasn't joking he immediately sobered up and gave me the most surprised look ever.

"You are not joking? What? Holy fuck! Oh my god. Clarke in love. That's definitely new. Tell me more. Tell me more." He asked me getting all excited like a little kid in a candy shop. And he was 30 years old.

"Sorry, I need to go practice shooting after this. Got no time, coach." I winked at him and continued working out. I spent more fifteen minutes in that room before I left Drew begging to know at least something about the guy.

"Clarke. Please. Just something. Something about this guy." He yelled as I walked out closing the door behind me. I opened the door again feeling very guilty about not telling him anything but yet having a lot of fun looking at him being desperate.
"Just one thing, love."