Don't Piss Off the Redhead

Training Session Number One

I dragged Aiden into the random office. Idiot. I knew this place like the back of my hand. Which was currently keeping Aiden quiet and restrained. I spun him around to face me. Then I did an uppercut to his chin, which was going to hurt a lot in morning.

"What was that for?!" he shouted at me.

"Everything, you great big idiot! Running will not help you. I know this building better than you, I'm faster than you, and you have no weapons of your own! You might as well run your head into a wall!"

"It would hurt less than you punching me every time I see you!"

"Yes! It would! Which is why we're going to the training room right now, and you are going to show me what measly skills at combat you have," and before he could even think of running again, I grabbed his wrist in a vise grip and dragged him out of the room, through the hallway, and to the training room.

The training room was about as large as your random gymnasium. It also looked like one of them, except with a large mat in the middle, and assorted weapons lining the walls.

I deposited Aiden into the middle of the dark blue mat, backed up a few feet, and faced him in to the sparring position. Arms and legs bent slightly, and hands facing outward, almost like a goalie. I beckoned with my finger. "C'mon, runner boy, stay and fight," I taunted at him.

As I had hoped, a spark flickered in his eyes, and they narrowed at me as he tried to mimic my position. I'd have to fix his later. He took in my appearance, looking for a weakness, I suppose. Just as he was opening his mouth, for what, I don't know, I launched myself into a roundhouse kick, and it landed with a solid thwack on his jaw.

That got him thoroughly pissed off, which was exactly what I needed. He growled and attempted to punch me.

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A good 20 minutes of Aiden trying to hit and kick me, and never really succeeding, later, he was a sweaty bump on the floor, and I stood over him, barely winded.

"Are you superhuman or something?" he panted from the ground.

I looked up at the ceiling, considering. "Nah, my mum would've told me," I offered him a hand, and yanked him up. He shot about six inches in the air before coming back down. "So, you having fun yet?"

Aiden looked at me skeptically. "Ask me when my bruises are gone," I rolled my eyes. I would never ask him then. "So, are you not going to murder me in my sleep tonight?"

"And miss a chance to beat you to the ground again tomorrow? Never!" I said it with a bubbly demeanor, and I think I freaked him out. I regret nothing.

"Glad to know I'll live another day... I guess,"

"Do you remember where your room is?" I couldn't have him getting lost, now, could I? Oh wait, I could.

"Not really," he replied honestly.

"Sucks to be you, then. See ya later," I grabbed my jacket that had gotten discarded, and headed toward the door.

"Wait!" I heard running behind me as Aiden realized I would actually leave him there. "Can you at least point me in the right direction?" I pretended to consider it, before I answered him.

"Your room is next to mine, you do realize that, right?"

"Oh. I guess I'll just... follow you, then," He looked a bit confused. It was pretty adorable. But never would I say so. You could be the most good looking guy on Earth, but if you were an idiot or a jerk, it meant nothing.

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So!!! Same drill as before, comment and please help me improve! Seriously. If you've even read this far, just say something. Anything. At all. I hope I've been getting better, but I need you to tell me if I actually am. And get ready for another round of band season! Yep, it is that time again!

~Anyhitherwho!

~KK