Manipulation

Ch 7: Instincts

"What are you waiting for?" Jason smirked at me. "Attack me."

I stood my ground and pushed away the fear. I wasn't going to be scared. I focused on my breathing  hoping to think of something. Hopefully I could defend myself if I needed too. Then suddenly Jason leaped forward, his foot flashing out to trip me. I jumped back quickly, my muscles moving without my consent. Jason lunged forward again. I stepped around him, missing his foot and ducked under his arm.

I put more space between us and took a deep breath. He was fast and was strong, I hadn't been hit yet but you could see it in him, everyone move was filled with power. Jason came at me again, this time my brain clocked his moves. It even freaked me out when he fell to the ground. Somehow my foot had tripped him up while he went at me. My feet padded over the floor quietly while I stepped back.

Jason stood, his shoulders rolled then he looked at me over his shoulder. His body slowly turned as he watched me. A shiver went down my spine as I flexed my hands waiting for him to strike.

When Jason did attack I wasn't ready, my foot was in mid air and I wasn't quite balanced. I quickly dropped back and for a split second I wondered how I was doing this when he lunged forward again. I ducked under his arm and slipped around behind him. It reminded me of a deadly dance. Jason turned, his hair bouncing and he thrashed out. I could see the irritation in his eyes and his jaw was set.

I dropped back again, my feet barley touching the ground as he advanced. I hadn't even broken a sweat as he moved forward, sweat beading his forehead. I jumped over his foot and hooked my foot on his ankle. I tugged and he fell forward with all his momentum  He growled and stood up, his eyes locked onto mine. His eyes flashed orange for a second. I was unaware of my eyes flashing a bright yellow colour in return.

"That's enough. Good work!" Miss Kilia says loudly and looks at everyone else. "Another pair?" she asked as I quickly scurried back to Emily. It was funny, with her it was like I had been having a hard workout but with Jason it was as exhausting as walking at an easy pace. I shook it off and pulled at my shirt, my skin was hot and I felt ready to melt into a puddle at Emily's feet as she tackled me in a hug.

"That was great!" she grinned at me.

"Thanks." I breathed, barley noticing I sounded slightly breathless. Emily looked over my shoulder and grinned.

"You showed him,"

I turned to look at Jason who had his narrowed eyes boring into my back, his body ridged and he looked pissed off. His cheeks were red and his clothes stuck to his muscular body, his hair hanging loosely over his face like it was a dead thing instead of the usual pumped up look. "Yeah," I say turning back to Emily. She was smiling and looked back to the new people fighting. I was surprised when Jason walked over a few minutes later.

"Your a good fighter. Where'd you learn that?" He asks seeming to have calmed down.

"Never learned." I say shrugging it off and watching him. His eyes were softer than when we were fighting and his body was more relaxed. We stood there a for a few more minutes talking. He wasn't too bad, he was kinda funny and was laid back. He walked off a few minutes later waving at me when his friends called him.

"You wanna hang out later? I'm hanging out with some friends at the back of building two. You should come. There's another wolf there," Emily says grabbing her shoulder bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"I don't know... Sure, okay." I smiled. "I'll be out in a minute. Gotta go to the toilet." I say and walk into one of the toilet stalls.

"I'll be outside." Emily walked out of the empty bathroom. I pulled my phone from my back pocket. No, I didn't fight with it, I had slipped it into my pocket while getting changed, I didn't trust some of the girls in the room. I quickly checked Facebook then texted mum saying how I was going. I looked up hearing a soft noise. The door was closed and I frowned.

"Hello?" I called. Nothing. Then there was the soft sound of a drip. I shrugged it off and looked back to my phone. I sent the message and walked out. I grabbed my bag before shoving the door open and smiling at Emily who smiled back easily.