The Elite Four

chapter 8

Chapter 8

* Tarynn's POV *

Benjamin was a part of the Alpha Five – Damien's gang. His dark eyes were brooding as he glared at Drake.

"What are you doing here, spying on us?" hissed Drake as he slammed Benjamin's body against the floor.

He showed no signs of pain as he swiftly removed Drake's hands off of his neck and punched him hard in the chest. He flinched as Benjamin stood up, as if he hadn't been punched at all.

"You'll find out, soon."

A devious smirk flitted across his face before he held onto the railing and jumped off.

"Wait!" I yelled as I looked at where he jumped from.

"Tarynn, he's the best gymnast our school has. Don't worry about him, he'll be perfectly fine, even after jumping off a million storeys," said Drake.

"Still, is he crazy? He could have broke a leg or something!" I exclaimed, with my eyes still glued onto where Benjamin had jumped towards. He was nowhere to be seen already, which was a huge mystery to me.

"Shouldn't you be more worried for me?"

Drake rolled his eyes at me and looked at me blankly as I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Well, you're tough. I know you are!"

"I'm just kidding. Tarynn, I'm fine."

Drake got onto his feet with a small cringe on his face. It didn't go unnoticed as I rushed to his side and supported his shoulder. He tried walking on his  own as he slipped his shoulder from my support but I held onto him tightly. Looking away from me, I pursed my lips at him.

"You don't have to pretend it doesn't hurt, Drake. I saw the way he pushed your chest. Stop trying to act all cool and let the girl who is smaller in size than you that is myself help you."

He muttered something under his breath, making me punch him in the chest.

"Oww! What did you do that for?" he scowled at me.

"See, it hurts when you're trying to do something for someone and that person still has the audacity to try and push you away."

He didn't say a word after that and obediently followed me to the living room. I sat him down on the sofa carefully, before retrieving the first aid kit for him.

"Thanks," he said as he saw the first aid kit in my hands.

Reaching out for the box, he sat up.

"What are you trying to do?"

"What does it look like I'm trying to do? I'm taking care of myself."

"Nu-uh. Sit your butt down and unbutton your shirt now," I firmly said.

He looked at me, shock written all over his face. Now that was a change for the usually monotonous, robot-like Drake.

Stuttering, he said, "My shirt? N-no, I'll be fine wrapping myself up on my own."

"Stop acting like a girl. It's not as if you have breasts to cover up so just strip, okay?"

Reluctantly, he stayed on the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt. Low and behold, was a humongous bruise on his chest.

"Oh gosh!"

I quickly patted the bruise with a cotton swab and applied some medication onto it. Drake didn't move and stayed like a statue.

"It stings. Can you be a little gentler?" he hissed as I saw a grimace flit across his face.

"I am being as gentle as I can be."