Hit Like A Girl

3 - Greer

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I haven't seen this girl in ten years and now we've met up in California on one of the biggest nights. The only thing that baffled me so much was why I haven't fought her before. In ten years, I wasn't put up against her at a Championship or anything. Why?

"You alright kid?" Dave gave me a water bottle and wiped my face off.

"That's Ezra," I pointed a gloved hand towards her. Her coach was kneeling next to her chair, talking to her. He looked stern, like he was upset that round didn't go their way.

"I know," Dave said forcefully. He didn't even look up, just stared at the towel.

"Round Two! Fight!" The announcer shouted. Both of us rose from our chairs, the heat in the arena had already risen just from our last round and here we were again.

I knew that she knew who I was. And she knew that I knew. But neither one of us talked, or fought hard. Neither one of us had the will to fight the other.

She threw a red glove at me and I ducked, then swung my leg back around to take out her knee. She plummeted onto her back. Ezra looked up at me with an intensity in her eyes that I couldn't match.

So I smiled.

"I know, long time no see, but don't you remember? That's my favorite move," I said to my old friend.

"I was trying to make the match exiting," she rolled her eyes while lifting herself from the ground.

"So that's what we'll do," I chuckled and let her take a kick into my left side, causing me to stumble backwards.

•

I have never, ever tied with someone before. I was always winning. Some losing, but you get the point.

"What the fuck was that?!" Dave yelled once we got into the limousine.

I smiled to myself, "An exiting fight."

"Don't pull that," he leaned back in his seat, "I know you could've won. You threw all of it out there for fucking nothing."

"Listen you know exac-"

"Because of her."

The back grew quiet. Only the radio could be heard faintly playing from near the driver. Rain began to tap on the windows, I watched as the raindrops raced eachother down the glass. Something I've always done. I had no words, only thoughts. Feelings, memories and history came pouring back into my mind like someone had release a flood gate. These thoughts splashed and poured over every current situation, completely controlling my head.

I hadn't seen my dear best friend in so damn long. Dave hadn't either. Even though he was her uncle, his grudge had continued to alter his perception of her. And her grudge altered her perception of him.

•
"Moving?" Ten year-old me asked. Baffled at why they were leaving.

"My mom and dad don't like our family here anymore," Ezra kicked her feet in the sand of the park. Sending speckles flying everywhere.

"Why?" I nudged the topic even further.

"My Dad didn't love Mom anymore," the girl who was only a year older than me said. Her hair was getting longer by the day and was deep brown. Ezra's eyes mirrored her hair: dark.

"Why doesn't your dad just go then?"

"Because mom still loves him. And he loves her again. But the rest of our family doesn't understand," she explained.

I didn't know much about the subject at the time but Ezra's dad was cheating on her mother. Even after her mom found out, she continued to love him. He eventually came back around, but at that point her family had lost all respect for him. All of her mother's family lived in New York with us, Dave being her brother. After months of torment from her family, they decided to head off to Chiago. Where Ezra's other half of the family was.

"Will we still be friends?" I stopped walking and looked up at her.

"My momma says I can stay here and train with Dave. I can live with him too. But I don't want to."

"Why?" I questioned.

A question that I never found out the answer to.
•

I walked alone into my house, the quietness of the large home was what I was used to. I heard the ocean pounding against the rocks outside and sighed, I love Oregon.

It had been two days since I threw off everything in the Championships, and I didn't even care. I haven't talked to Ezra since though. I heard the clicking of claws against the floor and my giant Alaskan Malamute ran into the room.

"Atlanta!" I shouted and braced myself for impact. She jumped, her whole body weight leaning up against my body frame. Her front paws landed naturally on my shoulders while her massive tongue slid up my face a few times.

"Sorry, Miss," Jamie emerged into the room. Jamie wasn't my house keeper, or maid, or anything bossy and degrading like that. I had enough respect for myself and others to keep my house the way it needed to be. But I did pay Jamie to watch over my house and Atlanta while I was away.

Jamie, despite being nineteen, was taller than me. Her politeness and everlasting glow put me in a good mood almost instantly. Her long, long blonde hair was usually braided or twisted up. A modern-day Rapunzel if you ask me.

"Really, it's fine," I smiled and pushed Atlanta off of me. A buzz sounded from my pocket so I grabbed my phone. The battery was basically already dead, making the screen dim as the small device used the last of its charge.

Ezra Morgan would like to be friends with you on Facebook!

And so it began.