Love Without A Face

Punishment

After Class had finished Yadi dragged me to the gym.

She told me to go to the soccer goal and she got a soccer ball

"So what you want to play soccer or something?"

 She didn't reply instead I saw her take a few steps back and kick the ball at me.

 I saw it coming straight for me I instinctively dodged it and I think I saw a dent where the ball hit.

I saw her dark brown eyes were full of mischief.

"Not exactly. . ." She replied, winding up for another kick.

I guess there was only one thing I could do was block it; when I saw the ball heading straight toward me I blocked it with my shoulder.

Yadi looked impressed for about a second, but it soon disappeared and she kicked another ball.

I blocked it with my knee, let it fall to the floor trapped it then returned it back to her. She stopped it with her chest then returned it twice as hard as originally.

I returned it back as hard as I could using my head. I saw Yadi do a three-sixty and spin kick the ball five times stronger and faster than before.

Even though I knew she was ticked her movements were still graceful like a ballet dancer.

My raven black hair had fallen in front of my face, blinding me momentarily.

 I saw the ball coming towards me in nano-seconds, I didn't have time to react so the ball hit me square in the chest.

 I gasped for air, it knocked the wind out of me and it hurt like hell  so,  I fell to my knees.

"I'm sorry that was a little hard wasn't it?” Yadi asked slightly concerned.

"No I'm fine. . ." I said weakly still struggling for air.

Yadi helped me walk to a mosh pit, I rested on the pit for a while I think I was knocked out for a bit.

When I came to I had the faint taste of blistex on my lips.

 I saw Yadi's face red and she said to herself....

 "Now we are even."