18 months before
"Don't let him sprawl! Don't let him sprawl out! Get out from under him!"
I managed to get out from under my opponent. It was wrestling practice and I was losing. Bad. I got out from under him and managed to get him n his back, now I just had to keep him there long enough.
I heard the bell go off, indicating practice was over. I growled and let him up. I grabbed his hand and helped him stand up. We high-fived and I went to change. I walked into the locker-room and got a bunch of weird looks from the girls on the swim team and basketball team. I ignored them but could feel their glares stab into my back as I changed out of my shorts and into my jeans. I didn't even bother with my spandex. I took off my t-shirt and looked at the major bruises on my shoulders and collarbone. I unwrapped my bloody bandage and put on a clean one. I had been practicing my fencing and stuff with my brother and he accidentally sliced my gut open. I wasn't even supposed to be wrestling, but I didn't care. Coach Greg knew I was stubborn. He insisted I stay out of practice until I heal fully, but I ignored his protests.
One of the girls from the basketball team came up to me, I could see her from the small mirror in my locker.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
I nodded,"Just a scratch. I'll be fine." I finished wrapping the bandage around my torso and threw my black t-shirt over it. I tucked it in and put my belt on, slightly wincing at the contact of my belt with the wound. The girl shrugged and walked away, she was shorter than me, about 5'0", and she had long brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail. I pulled my phone out of my bag and checked to see if my mom had texted me back yet. She hadn't. I put my practice clothes into my bag and zipped it up. I slung the back duffle bag over my shoulder and walked out, my boots in hand.
Just before getting to the door, I stopped and put my shoes on. The guy I was wrestling, Jacob, walked up behind me and shoved me right into the window door, which was closed. I spun away from it and jumped to my feet. I swung for his face in a right-hand hook, it landed right in his nose and I could hear the crack of the cartilage. He glared at me and took a swing to my temple, I dodged, keeping it from hitting my temple but it still got my head. Everything started spinning and I saw stars. The edges of my vision turned red and I turned back to him. I was pissed, I wasn't letting him get away with this. I landed a roundhouse kick to his chest, knocking him back to the wall, I walked over and kept punching him. He was cornered and couldn't get away. I wouldn't stop punching and I just kept going at it.
Finally, Coach Greg pulled me away, restraining my arms, my best friend and favorite cousin, Raven, stood in between us, holding Jacob back. I was breathtaking my heavy and I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I was so pissed off. Coach led me to a nearby chair and I sat down. He restrained me by holding my wrists to the arm rests. He stared into my eyes. He was calm, but deadly. I could see the danger behind the glossiness of his pupils.
"Chey! Calm down! Get a grip on yourself!" Coach was using compulsion, I wasn't stupid. I was the only one besides Raven who knew about Coach Greg's power. He was a spirit user. But, I instantly calmed down. It was out of my control.
I looked at him, "Why do you always have to use compulsion on me?"
"Because otherwise you wouldn't have stopped fighting him. Chey, you need to get a grip on yourself. This is the third time this week you and Jacob got into it."
"That's not my problem. It's his. He's the one who keeps shoving me into walls and shit even though he knows I can beat his ass without a question." I growled quietly.
Coach sighed and released me,"Just be careful. Can't afford losing another student like you because you lost control again. I can handle Jacob and them. You need help though." He growled, "Go on home, get outta here." I nodded and continued the walk to my old Ford Ranger, a '97 model. I throw my bag into the bed and got in the driver's seat. I was too tired to even think about what my mom would say when she saw my new black eye. And I honestly didn't care.
I walked into my house and tossed my car keys onto the counter, mom wasn't home yet. Which meant pizza night. Again. I went to my room and dropped off my bag, grabbing my phone out of my back pocket. I dialed the number for the nearby pizza place and ordered a medium meat-lover and a medium vegetarian. Mom was a vegetarian and I was carnivore. I usually had my pizza gone by the time she got home, but she had walked in the door right as I hung up the phone. She was tired and had already known about my fight after practice. She checked my wounds and I insisted that I was fine. She was tired and went to bed early, not much happened between us. And I was glad I was moving out soon. Things were getting a tad boring around here.
I answered my cell phone right as it started ringing, it was CJ.
"Yea?"
"Hey, I won't be home tonight. Can you cover for me?"
"Dude she's out tonight, just try to get home early tomorrow or something."
"Kay, thanks sis." The phone went dead.
I groaned and put the phone back on my headboard. I was not going to be able to get through this week without some sort of flip, I swear. I turned out the bedroom light and rolled over, closing my eyes.
