Fighting, Surviving, & Hopelessly Lost

Chapter 9

The week passed by quickly and suddenly it was Friday afternoon. At morning practice, Peyton and I were partners yet again and we strictly talked about the match that was tomorrow afternoon. He gave no sign of what happened a few days ago when I said we could be more than friends. Hopefully I did the right thing, I mean I wouldn't want to hurt my best friend's feelings and then complicate my life but at the same time I didn't want my feelings to let loose and spill everywhere making me weak and unstable.

"When you punch, make sure your hand is firm and straight," Peyton said, fixing my arm's posture. We were doing our stations again instead of Friday Fight Night because J.C didn't want us too bruised up for tomorrow. Right now, I was focused on trying to punch the manikin dummy to shreds.

"Like this?" I asked as I punched the manikin lightly.

"Yup. Now do two punches to the right and then block and then end with a sharp kick," Peyton instructed. I got ready, balancing on my two feet and started. Two punches to the right were first, I blocked quickly but efficiently and gave a good kick to the head. After I was done, I looked to the pile of trash that used to be a manikin.

"Well, I'm pretty sure J.C has extra's in the storage closet. I'll be right back," Peyton laughed while running to J.C's office. The manikin head laid in two pieces a couple feet away from the body that had two big dents on its right side. I smirked at my own work; I was so ready for the match tomorrow.

"What do we have here?" a deep voice asked. I turned around to see J.C standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smirk in his face. "Is this your work? The shredded manikin?"

"Um, yeah," I said, not knowing how to answer.

"Well the match tomorrow is going to be interesting. You were right, I better put some big green piles on the table tomorrow, girl. You have talent," he told me.

"Yeah will this talent is the only thing I've got and I'm not about to lose to some New York dude," I spit out.

"Calm down girl. Save your energy for tomorrow. You'll need it. Anyways the match is at five and I need you here at four to get you ready. Does that work?"

"That's perfect," I replied as Peyton came running back with two manikins. J.C winked at me and headed back to his office. For a broken man, he didn't show it. That's how I would like to stay; secretive.

"What was that about?" Peyton asked as he got the manikins ready.

"Oh nothing," I said sweetly, "J.C was just telling me what time to come here for the match tomorrow. He said to come at four."

"Okay, do you want me to pick you up tomorrow before the match starts?" Peyton offered.

"Perfect," I said as I got ready to cream the two new manikins. After two flying heads and crushed bodies, practice was over and I was dead tired. It was a few minutes past ten as I walked out of the building and took out my bike from the bushes except for the fact that it wasn't there.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Peyton said as he headed to the parking lot.

"Peyton wait! My bike was jacked and I don't really wanna walk. I can barely see when I ride and I might walk into a ditch. Can you give me a ride?" I asked, exhausted.

"Sure, hop on," Peyton said while handing me his only helmet. Once we got ready, he turned on the engine and we started riding through the ghost town. We rode through the town and I could tell we were only five minute away from my house when I heard two other roaring sounds behind us. Two sport cars were racing and they were catching up to us. I'm pretty sure they didn't care about us but it made me pretty uncomfortable.