"All of what?" I ask slowly.
"Things are... Happening." James explains.
"What kind of things?" I ask.
"Bad things."
"So this isn't a normal beauty competition, is it?"
"No." James says, "Not at all."
"What am I training in?" I ask.
"Fighting, shooting, agility..." James answers.
"Okay." I say, "what if I don't make it through 'all of this?'"
James shrugs, "we'll give the money to your guardians."
"Good." I say, "we can start now."
"Finally." James says with a smirk.
"How well can you fight?" James asks.
"Uh." I say, "Pretty good, I guess. I had to take martial arts a few years ago because I walk home."
"Okay." James says, "fight me."
"What?" I ask, "fight y-"
James pushed his fist at me. By instinct, I grabbed his arm and twisted it around.
"Did we start?" I ask.
"No." James says sarcastically, "I just randomly attacked you."
"Oh." I snort.
I kick him and he stumbles back. James has a little impressed look, "you're better than I thought."
"WestRoosher is a dangerous place." I reply.
"I bet it is." James says as he goes to kick my feet out from under me. I jump up and dodge his legs, and the second I touch the mat, I kick his legs out from under him.
James falls to the mat, and I look down at him.
"Huh." He says. In a swift motion he jumps up and swings a fist at my face, but I duck under it and swing one at him. James grabs my fist, and I kick him in the stomach.
James lets go of me and stumbles back again. He steps forwards and swings a punch at me. I block it, but he grabs my arm. With my free hand, I swing a punch at him, but he catches that arm too.
"Seriously?" I ask.
"Well you shouldn't have used both hands at the same time." James says.
"Whatever." I say as I kick his feet out from under him.
Instead of letting go, he brought me down with him. I landed on James, and he's still holding my fists. We stare awkwardly at each other, until he rolls over on top of me and holds both my wrists with one hand and puts an invisible knife by my throat.
"Ugh." I mutter under my breath, "you win."
James smirks and stands up, offering me a hand. I take it and he pulls me up.
"You're pretty good." He says after a moment.
"Eh." I say, "I'm not that great."
James eyes me and turns to grab his water bottle.
"But thanks." I say quickly, "people don't compliment me much... I don't know how to accept them..."
James turns around with his water bottle in hand smiling.
"What..?" I question.
"Nothing." He says with his mouth to the bottle.
"What." I demand with a small grin.
James finishes drinking, and shakes his head still smiling. "It's just that... In my five years of doing this, I've never met anyone like you."
I tilt my head, "what's that s'pposed to mean?"
James starts to walk back towards me, "you said thanks." He stops and stares into my eyes.
"Five years?" I ask.
"I've been doing this since I was twelve." James answers, "and I'll just ignore that subject change."
I'm just not gonna imagine a small 12 year old beating the snot out of 17 year olds...
I grin, "okay. What's next?"
"Shooting." James answers.
"Guns?" I ask.
"Yeah."
James leads me to a shooting range.
"What am I training for, anyway?" I ask.
"I'll... I'll tell you when you're ready." James says with slight emotion.
"Ready for what?" I ask slightly annoyed at the lack of answers I've gotten.
"It's..." James looks at me and a sad look flashes across his face, "I'll tell you later."
I turn to look at him head on, "I don't wanna train if I don't know why I'm training for."
James inches closer to me so we're only a few inches apart, "and if I tell you..." He murmurs, "you won't wanna train at all..."
I forget how to breathe as I feel his warm breath. I don't remember how to talk for a while, either.
"Fine." I finally say, "give me a gun. I can shoot too."
***
After practice, I go back to the hotel room, sit in a corner, and get on my phone. Nobody really notices me until Izzy walks over and squats down.
"So...?" She questions smirking.
"Nothin' to say." I answer turning my phone off. "I mean... Like... I dunno. Nothing."
She breathes a snort, "Nah. I know. He did that to all of us. It might seem like he has feelings for ya', but once you love each other, he's gone. He's an un-loyal little bastard."
I tilt my head, "really?"
Izzy sighs and nods, "it could be trust issues, I dunno. But it is pretty hot... But just... Just try to not fall in love with him."
"Thanks." I say, disappointment lacing my voice, "thanks for telling me."
James walks into the room and we both glance at him.
"He's dating Amy." Izzy says quietly.
Right when she said it, almost as if it was set up, Amy walks to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"But..." I start to say.
Izzy shrugs, understanding my confusion, "he hasn't dumped her yet. This might be a better one. Who knows..."
"Oh." I say turning my phone back on, "well then."
I suddenly get very angry. What was all that touchy stuff? I feel like I've gotten myself into a mess. A huge mess I can't get myself out of. Like one of those stupid "hey I just met you. Let's kiss," types of relationships with an unloyal royal pain in the neck.
But, whatever.
Dinner is amazing. You wouldn't even believe it. I don't know who made this, and I don't care, but I wanna marry them so I can eat like this everyday of my life. They can be my slave and use their car to drive me places and amazing cooking skills to... I dunno... Win my heart. PSH. NO NEED. They have it already.
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AN: WATCH WHEN JAMES MADE THE FOOD. HAHA. I'm kidding. I think. I don't know yet.
So I was in a writers block and I started reading a new book that gives me strange emotions. The Good Girl's Bad Boys. And HFJSBF. But anyway.
Thanks for reading The Perfect Misfit! P.s. in my humble opinion, exclamation points are cheesy so I don't often use them. So YEAH!!!
I just hit my own annoyance level of "evacuate."
I thought I typed 'ejaculate.' HEHEHE
BYEE
