The Dragonflies

Chapter 7

Camila's POV

My arms feel like they weigh a billion pounds, they're so sore from yesterday. Who knew punching could exhaust a person's arms so much. Considering I was already sore and miserable, I had been dreading the training to be held earlier this morning. Luckily for me, it turned out to be not as bad as I thought it would.

First of all, I'd like to say that I made it farther into a single lap today than I did yesterday. In reality, it was only a few feet, but hey that's still progress. Especially when you take into consideration that this is me, probably the least athletic person in all of Lavatine.

The training this morning had been all about maneuvering to avoid your opponent's advances in hand-to-hand combat. Honestly, it all went pretty much right over my head, and I sucked pretty badly when we broke off into pairs to put the lesson into practice. Dinah got to me every single time, and I never once got her. I'm not letting myself get too disheartened over it, however, because I am still beaming in a stupid amount of self-pride over learning how to punch.

Amongst the whole lesson, I had been able to pick up the names of several people in our training group, including the needy bitch from yesterday. Her name? Jasmine. I even got to observe her enough throughout the lesson to determine that she is a complete kiss ass, and a flirt, with Lauren. It was just so obvious and obnoxious. Combine that with the fact that she's one of the teens that openly displays their disgust with me, and well, lets just put it simply: I hate her already.

Whenever Jasmine opened her mouth to speak, I found myself internally rolling my eyes in anticipation of what bullshit would be coming out of her mouth this time. Oddly enough, it didn't appear like any of the other students were as bothered with the girl, or her antics, like I was. Maybe they're just used to it at this point. Lauren certainly didn't discourage Jasmine's antics either. She didn't necessarily react to the ass kissing, but she most definitely flirted back with Jasmine on several occasions.

Once practice had ended, I'd been left standing around with nothing to do. All of the students, including Normani and Dinah had left. Normani and Dinah had gone to the family bunkers to get changed and hang with family before they were to meet back with us in Laurens place in a few hours. I was able to lift my heavy arms to work long enough to throw a couple punches at the punching bag while I waited for Lauren to finish cleaning everything from the training class up. It's a lot easier to punch a stationary object, that's for sure.

Upon leaving the YMCA training facility, Lauren and I had headed back to the mall. We stopped by the food court to get a quick lunch. Super awkward, we sat in silence the whole time.

When we had finished lunch, we stopped by a department store, which held racks, shelves, and boxes of extra clothes. It took us a while of digging to locate the right sizes in everything, but once we located the correct stock of clothing, I didn't fuss too much over it. In the end, I only picked out a few outfits and some plain t-shirts and athletic shorts for training and sleeping in. The whole process took us about an hour or so.

Now, Lauren and I are just waiting in her room for the other girls to arrive. It's been about another hour since we got back. Lauren lays sprawled out on her bed, eyes closed, softly humming an unfamiliar song to herself; effectively ignoring me. So, I just sit on the futon, fiddling with the hem of my new shirt, debating over what to do.

At first, I just enjoyed the sound of Lauren's humming and attempted to relax myself. She was humming the same song, over and over. It was almost hypnotizing after a while. As time dragged on, however, I grew anxious, bored, and hungry. The only problem is that I don't know what to do. Should I try to strike up a conversation with her? Or should I just leave her be and wait it out until the other girls all arrive?