Honestly I have to go through and rewrite the entire story so dont read it. It's stupid and makes zero sense.
"Fuck it." I whisper and turn around walking straight to the confused, tear faced Navaeh.
I place my hands on both side of her face and kis...
I sit in the lunchroom at our usual table staring in amusement as Emerson and Caleb throw food back and forth at each other.
It's when Caleb flings a spoonful of peas at Emerson's face that she glares at him making his eyes go wide and tackles him.
I swear one look from that girl when she is mad and it could make satan himself cry.
As they wrestle on the ground of the cafeteria Ace chuckles, Sam sighs, Talia cheers on Emerson, and the people around us ignore it since they are used to it by now.
Sam gets up and picks Emerson up by her waste lifting her off the ground.
Caleb stands up panting and sticks his tongue out at her. "Why, you little-" her words are cut off my Sam putting his hand over her mouth.
"Okay! That's enough of that. Why don't you two sit down and shut up." He sits Emerson down in her seat like she is weightless.
After a moment everyone breaks out into their own conversation and she turns to me with that grin I still can't get over.
"So how's your day been sweetheart?" I smile at the nickname.
I shrug "Pretty normal, you?"
"Eh, Mrs. Blair is a witch."
I give her a look "Em, she's not a witch," I pause trying to find my next words "She just deals with teenagers five days a week for eight hours."
She smiles "Em?"
I shrug with a smile of my own. "But anyways, your too nice." She lightly pushes my shoulder.
"So Emerson, you ready for tomorrow?" Tali's interrupts.
Tomorrow is the fight. "Hell yea." She nods visibly excited to be boxing again even though she practices almost every day.
Talia grins "I'm ready to see you kick their ass."
Em smiles and tilts her head . "Your extremely violent. Which is partially the reason you scare me." She points in her direction when saying the second part.
Talia shrugs and smirks telling us all she is proud of herself.
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I'm a nervous wreck. I'm not even the one fighting and I feel like I could faint at any moment.
Emerson is in the back preparing while me and the rest of my friends sit in the front row waiting for it to start.
Ace puts his hand on my constantly bouncing knee.
"Calm down. She's good at this." He nods reassuringly.
I nod a little too fast making me get slightly dizzy before a voice comes through a speaker that I can't locate announcing the names of the boxers.
Me and the rest of my friends all wear a dumbfounded face when we see the guy she is fighting.
Well except for Talia. She has a glint in her eyes that I'm not surprised to see, yet still makes me shiver.
Sam notices our concern and speaks up. "She fights guys like this all the time. She's really good, rarely ever loses."
I don't know if that was supposed to help my nerves or not but it didn't.
When Emerson comes out into the ring my breath gets caught in my throat.
She's wearing a sports bra and spandex with a look on her face I haven't seen yet.
It's a mix of determination, anger, and excitement.
The guys arms fall to his side and he glances at the referee. "I'm fighting a little girl?"
He shrugs in response and the guys manager speaks up from behind him.
"She's good Mike." He nods.
The guy scoffs and gets into potion making Emerson do the same.
The round starts and her eyes analyze him. I Don't know what's running through her head but she looks content with herself before going in with a right hook but tricks him and hits him with a left when he dodges it.
His head snaps back and he stumbles, a bit taken aback by her strength.
She raises a brow in challenge and his face turns angry.
The way she moves around the ring is graceful yet rugged.
Her being flexible helps her to move around and dodge hits easily. Her moves are fast and planned out.
She doesn't go in for a hit without a second plan. The few times she does get hit I gasp and turn away but it doesn't effect her too much.
After each round of watching her with admiration she finally wins.
When we get to the back where Emerson is using a towel to wipe off her sweat I hug her without thinking.
Something I seem to forget is a smart thing to do around her.
She laughs but hugs me back. "I'm sweaty and I'm pretty sure I stink too sweetheart." She whispers in my ear making me shiver.
I pull away and smile. "It's fine. And you did great." I grin.
"Thank you. That means a lot."
I scoff "I'm sure you hear it all the time."
She smiles softly "It means more coming from you." I don't have time to ask what she means because the others cut in with their own congratulations and Talia gushing about how awesome she was but complaining about how gross she also was.
I'm not a huge fan of violence and I usually hate things like this but watching how Em moves and thinks in the ring was so fascinating I would come to a lot more if she wants me too.
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