Since day one >> H.S

12. Kickboxing

~Harry~

"Use your hand to block my leg, like this", her hands in front of her abdomen. It was seven in the morning and we were kickboxing at Aria's place. She was teaching me the basics, so we could get started. We took a five runs around the house. I was panting be our second round, but she was perfectly fine even after the fifth round. She looked a little distracted during this time.

I observed her as she kept explaining and moving her hands dramatically. She had worn black pants and a sports bra. Something she shouldn't wear, if she wants me to concentrate. I saw a long cut on her lower abdomen. Sweat beads trickled down from the back of her neck to her chest. Her hair tied into a high pony and some of it stuck on her forehead due to the sweat. She brushed it off with the back of her hand.

"Kick me", interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm not kicking you."

"It's for practice, Harry. I'm pretty sure you can't hurt me."

"Your telling me, I can't kickbox."

"Yes. That's exactly what, I'm telling", keeping a straight face throughout.

"Since you won't. I'll start."

She let out a breath from her mouth and inhaled sharply. Her hands in front of her chest balled up and she looking at me. She observed me for a few more seconds and lifted her leg and proceeded to kick me. I tried with every bit of energy left in me to block it. But the force of her kick jerked my hand and pain seethed in my hand. She looked at me with with eyebrows raised and her lips between her teeth. She smirked and snickered at me.

I raised my feet and went ahead to kick her in the abdomen, but she blocked me and pushed it back before my leg even touched her arm. I balled my right hand into a fist and went to attack her shoulder. She used her left hand pushed it away, twisted it and bought it behind my back. She pushed my down and sat on my back. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and saw her smirking at me through the mirror. She lifted herself off of me and straightened herself.

I got up, ready to attack. I went on to punch her and she went on to blocked me. I used my other hand and pushed it away and did the same. I didn't put her on the ground just held her. The next thing, I know her she held the back of my neck, pulled me over her and squatted a little. I went above her and fell right on my back on the ground.

"Rule 1, never give your opponent the time to react."

She smirked at me and massaged her fist. I was lying on my stomach, because my back hurt.

"That's enough for today."

She walked towards the bench and opened a bag. I observed her from the corner of my eye. She took out a bottle of water and chugged it down. A little water slipped her mouth and trailing from her chin to neck and right on her chest. She fished something out of her bag and sipped on it. I realised it was a flask. She took a long swig out of it and stared at the punching bag at the corner of the room. I walked and sat near her. She looked at me and threw the flask towards me.

One sip couldn't hurt. But it did. It burned my throat and I ended up having a coughing fit. Does she not dilute it or something.

"Doesn't it hurt your throat?"

She shook her head and smirked. I took another swig from the flask and slowly my throat adjusted to the burning sensation. We went to the living from and she showed me the guest room, where I took a bath. I came to the kitchen after loosing my way and saw she was eating something. I sat down and fished out some fruits from her bowl and quietly nibbled on them.