The Never Ending

Chapter 6 - It's Gym Time, Let's Fight!

"It's a pretty big rivalry all the way around I think. They want to come up here and play well, and we want to play well." -- Bill Womack

Sleep, even an ounce of it felt like a reward these days. Luckily, today is Friday. Finally. This was a long week. Infact, tomorrow would mark my one week-a-versary at MFC. Also, tomorrow would be the last day of the dumb bet which started all the chaos with the guys at this college. I had successfully avoided most encounters with guys that tried to get to close. Their flirting was ongoing and would've never stopped if it wasn't for Zak who threatened most of the guys to back off.

Zak. He is awesome, amazing, charming, funny and just great all around. He was becoming a close friend of mine and I felt like I could rely on him for anything. We had hung out everyday since the day in the library. He even went the extra mile to pick me up after classes were done which he labeled, "Zak time." During 'Zak time,' Zak would take me out for lunch, take me to the library to study and then bring me back to my dorm. It had become our everyday routine, which I was glad for as not only was he a good tutor but, also because he was good company.

Today, I only had one lecture to attend, which was for 'Energy and Control' class. This class was held outside on the balcony of the Gym building. It was a giant balcony with silver railings aound the perimeter but other than that, just plain concrete floor.

"Alright class. Let's get to it. Each one of you has an empty glass bottle in front of you. All you need to do is, break the bottle without touching it or getting anywhere near it. Now, close your eyes and focus! Find an emotion and use it as your control key. And go!" Mr. Cast instructed.

I feel it. I see the target through my closed eyes. I can see my energy flowing out and full speed at the target. I can easily break it, just one little reach and-  "No!" The voice screamed in my head which caused me to loose all concentration and jerk my eyes wide open. "What's the matter little girl?" Mr. Cast asked.

"Uh, nothing. Can I go to the bathroom?" Say yes, please say yes.

"No. You break the bottle first, then you may go." So I did as he asked. I went over to the bottle on the floor, picked it up and then smashed it. 

"There. See? All done. Now, I'm gonna go." I made my way to the door and down the stairs to the first floor as the class was held on the third. Before, I could grab the door to leave-

"Why hello, little Miss Fiesty." And when I turned, there stood Andrew Knight in all his glory.

"Why hello, Grade A douche bag." I mocked back in the same taunting tone he used which didn't sit too well with him.

"You know, if I were you, I would talk to me with respect. Especially, after the stunt you pulled in the Dining hall the other day." His voice was sending little shivers through my body.

"Well, you are right about one thing." I could tell he was interested to know what I was going to say even though I couldn't see his eyes due to his shades.

"And that is?"

"I'm not you." And I walked away. I exited the building and started walking through the parking lot.

"Freeze!" His voice echoed around the lot. But, the worst part was I was frozen. My feet were stuck to the ground and I couldn't get them to move nor were my hands able to move!

"What the-" I was so confused as to why I couldn't move.

"Shhhhhh!" He came closer and whispered right into my ear while holding one hand over my mouth and using his other hand to hold up a finger against his mouth. I felt my breath catch in my throat. I don't know why or how, but even though, I was aware of what he may do to me, I didn't want to move away. "What you did at the Dining Hall wasn't so nice, was it? Your best bet is to apologize to me."