Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Melissa’s POV

“Do you tap out?” Jerome asked.

“Well considering I don’t feel jack, no” I replied.

Jerome started shifting beside my head, pulling his legs and butt closer to my face and shoulder, pushing his knees closer together. Then he twisted my arm even more than it already was, so my thumb was pointing to the roof, and getting a better grip on my same arm.

I started feeling the pressure in my elbow, like I was supposed to in this lock. Jerome lifted his hips up just a little, trying to move even closer to me, and I sucked in a breath quietly. Obviously, it wasn’t quite enough.

Jerome grinned having heard my breathing change, and thrust his hips higher.

“Ok, ok I get it!” I tapped his leg a couple times, emphasizing that he was starting to hurt me now. He released my arm and rolled backwards till he was standing and looking down on me, that grin still plastered on his slightly aging face.

He took my hand and pulled me till I also stood. I wiped my hands down my shirt and the back of my white pants, I hope they didn’t get dirty; my mother will kill me if she has to wash them again this week.

“And he’s still got it!” he chimed, “Come on, Mel, you’re good but you still got a while till you finally beat the boss.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever grandpa…” I said walking away.

“Uh, I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Realizing my mistake, I looked behind to see a very annoyed looking Jerome, “Oh shit!” I started to run out the door.

“I am NOT that old yet!!” I heard him shout from behind me, but I’m faster than him, so I darted outside the training room at full speed. Just as I got to the front door of the karate studio, I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he tackled me down and pinned me underneath his stocky body. How the hell…?

Seeing the utter bewilderment on my face, he burst out laughing. Here’s my chance! I thrust my hips upwards, forcing him forwards so that he had to reach his hands above my head to not land face first into the floor. Perfect.

I pulled my legs up against his back, hooking my foot with his right ankle, grabbed his right arm with my left arm. I pulled, making him fall on his side, and rolled myself on top of him.

“Hmm…I think I may have taught you too many of my tricks,” he said quietly, so quiet I almost didn’t hear. Almost.

“This is why I’m the only girl besides Kancho Terry-Lynn, that still does karate, who’s got a black belt,” now it was my turn to grin evilly. This is why I love training with Jerome; we do train really hard, but still have so much fun while we’re at it!

“You know, when people walk past the GLASS door next to the GLASS windows and see you two like that, they’re going to seriously wonder what kind of karate studio this is,” we looked guiltily up to face my mother’s disapproving face. Then she burst out laughing, “You two look absolutely hilarious right now!”

We hastily moved at the same time, Jerome trying to get up from underneath me, which failed since I just ended up on the floor again.

Jerome helped me off the floor and said, “Well, uh, that was a good session Melissa. Keep practicing the nunchaka sequence for tomorrow. Mrs. de Cos-”

“I’ve told you time and time again, it’s Liz,” my mother said with that look in her eyes, the one that says she’s very much interested in what she sees.

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