Jack

Sparring

The bell finally rang at the end of the day signaling freedom. Classes at the Academy were never this boring. The only escape I had was gym class. Lucas and I had the period together, along with the other three boys. The teacher was teaching a basic boxing course and wanted us to have a 'no contact sparring' time. Lucas and I paired up and just messed around, not showing our true skills but the exercise still felt good after sitting for so long.
I walked over to my bike, Lucas right next to me.
"Jackelynn!" Mason called out whilst running towards us. I turned around as he caught up. "Nice ride." he complimented since I was standing right next to my bike. He turned to Lucas, "Did she tell you about the party tonight?" He asked. Lucas raised his eyebrow at me.
"No, she didn't." He replied looking at me.
    "Well it's a pool party at Ethan's." He stated. He then looked at me. "If you give me your number I can text you the address." He said hopefully. Was this his way of flirting? I've been hit on many times, especially during missions when the easiest way to get a target away from public areas so I can take him out is to think he can score. But this time was different. My stomach fluttered and I found myself handing my phone over. He pushed some buttons on the screen and handed it back.
"I'll see you guys tonight." He smiled at me and walked over to his group as they piled into a black car and drove off. Lucas looked at me questioningly. We hopped on our bikes and started riding home.
"What was that about?" I heard Lucas's voice come over the headset in our helmets.
"I don't know, I guess he wanted to make us feel welcomed?" I said but it sounded more like a question. I could practically see Lucas's face scrunched up in thought. He scrunches his nose when he is deep in thought, a habit that I seemingly picked up from being around him so much.
When we arrived home, I changed into some black shorts and blue tank top. Pulling on my leather jacket, I walked downstairs to a shirtless Lucas in athletic shorts making a sandwich. I reached in the fridge and pulled out a can of whipped cream and squirt some in my mouth. He glanced over at me hearing the noise but returned to his food. I smirked at him and sprayed some in my hand walking past his and smearing the fluffy cream onto his back.
I sprinted off just as he reached behind him to grab at me. Running out into the yard, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me too him.
"You think you're funny don't you?" He said in a low voice. I was trying not to giggle. Keyword: trying. I burst out in laughter as he tossed me on the ground and put his bodyweight on top of me. I used my legs to push him away but he only blocked. Reaching up, I grabbed his head pulling him into a clinch. His hands went to my sides and he moved his fingers tickling me. I squirmed spasmodically underneather him and shrieked with laughter. Letting go of his head I quickly kicked him away. He stood over me while I was still on my back, feet ready to kick him back if he tried anything.
"Come on, we have to go train before we go to this party. Can't let you get soft now can we." he said smirking down at me. I gasped at him and got up quickly. Throwing a  punch at his face, of which he side stepped.
"I. Am. Not. Going. Soft." I said, throwing a punch between each word. I kicked up my foot in a roundhouse kick and landed it on his side, causing him to fall to his knees holding his ribs. He coughed roughly and spit onto the grass. I immediately felt bad and crouched down to him and moved his hands out of the way. He surged forward suddenly and pinned me to the ground. Realizing what happened, I glared at him.
"You tricked me!" I yelled at him.
"No, you're just getting soft." He smirked at me.
"Oh, bring it!" I smirked up at him. He helped me up and I took off my tank leaving me in shorts and a sports bra. My battle scars on full display, I smirked at him and motioned him forward. He threw a punch at me and our training began.