Hit Like A Girl

3

English sucked. As I knew it would.

What was the point. So what, if the author used that metaphor instead of something else, or used alliteration there? Maybe they just thought it sounded clever, or maybe it was just an accident - not everything needs to be planned and worked out. What if they just wrote from the heart because they didn't think some damn curriculum would be based around their entire life's work!

Oh, well - there was something good that came out of that class anyway. I got to talk with Leana, who I'd got to know better over the summer. Or more she talked at me, I was never good at making conversation.

"So, have you heard about Jason Blake moving here?" She prattled on next to me, while we highlighted some quotes from 'The Great Gatsby'. Her long blonde hair swaying as she turned to me expectantly.

I just glanced at her and nodded, "Yeah, I bumped into him this morning."

Her jaw hit the table, her pale blue eyes sparking with disbelief. "What?" She squawked, earning a few curious glances from the other tables beside us. "What did he look like?" Her eyes were wide, desperate for answers.

I sighed, shaking my head dismissively. "Tall, brown hair, dark eyes."

Leana's brows flattened, "Wow - I have such a great picture from that description, thanks Evie." She gave me an exasperated look and shook her hands in the air in desperation, "Where's the detail?"

"I didn't study the guy." I frowned in protest.

"Ugh," She slumped in her chair, resuming her highlighting. "You're no help at all."

I had to suppress my smile.

By the time English finished, Leana was still going on about Jason Blake - enough that I was sure that I didn't even need to meet him, as Leana had practically told me his life story. In short, he was a cocky, flirtatious asshole - and I had no idea what the hype was. Though I guess it was just someone new to gawk over, people were sure to calm down about him after a few weeks.

I had a free period, so I said goodbye to Leana and made my way to my locker. I always loved my free periods, it gave me time to be alone and get some homework out of the way.

Back to the whole career thing, I didn't much care about my work. I did the work I was given, and that's when I could be bothered - but other than that, school was just an after-thought. I did all of my homework at school during my free periods, which left me all the time I needed for when I got home, to head over to the ring and do a few rounds.

My coach said I had so much potential, that with a few more years of training and hard work, I could go professional and start entering tournaments. Just the thought of it makes me giddy with excitement. But there has always been one thing holding me back - my mother.

She disapproves of it entirely.

Not that I blame her, I understand why she doesn't like it and that it's not just because of the bruises and broken bones. It reawakens bad memories for her. But it's because of those memories that I got into boxing, I will never be weak and powerless again.

Sitting down on one of the benches in the locker courtyard, I took out the homework I'd been given from English and began to write. I hadn't been there for ten minutes, when I heard an irritating giggling echoing from across the courtyard.

Letting out a sigh, I chose to ignore it and continued with my work. But then the giggling continued, enough that a familiar anger began to bubble through my veins.

The feminine giggle sounded one last time, louder this time - and I spun around in my chair, searching for the source of the grating noise.

And sure enough, over in the far left corner of the locker hallway, was Mae Brandy.

Slender and skinny, she never failed to wear some short skirt of some kind and outrageously small denim shorts. The latter, she was now wearing, as she prettily stared up at some tall stranger who was talking to her.

No, I realised, straining my eyes. Not a stranger, but Jason Blake.

I let out a huff, what a surprise. First day here and he's already making his move. A pretty good move to, since Mae Brandy was said to be working as a part-time model and had a very rich father.

But before I could tell them both to go away, they were interrupted by another voice from across the hallway. I turned, only to find that it was Ty - and he was calling me.

"Evie!" He waved me over, his face smiling in the shadows of the hallway. I frowned, and reluctantly got up, glancing over to Jason and Mae - who suddenly made themselves scarce, as if realising they hadn't been alone. I almost laughed.

"Ty?" I walked over to him. His dark eyes were shining as he smirked at me, his teeth beautifully contrasting with his dark skin. "What do you want?"

He scoffed, "Well nice to see you too, Ty - how was your summer?" He mimicked, what I suppose was a lame attempt at my voice.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, how was your summer?" I didn't bother sounding pleasant, as I awaited his answer.

Ty gave a chuckle, "Wonderful, Evie - thanks for asking."

"What did you call me here for?" I reigned in my temper, remembering back to when I'd dislocated his shoulder - after him and his mates had been belittling me for an entire week back in our junior year.

"Dave is hosting a party tonight at his place to welcome Jason - he wants everyone to come, the more the merrier." His dark umber eyes gleamed with mischief, "Want to join us?"