Silverton North High

Chapter 6: Flight or Fight

The minute I step into the changing room I ask the trips what connection Andy has with Deyton.

 “Didn’t we tell you?” asks Lissa.

“I think the fact that I’m asking probably means no,” I say while I lace up my tekkies.

“Well, Deyton is Andy’s biological father,” Asa says while checking herself out in the mirror.

“No way,”

“Way,” Ally says. “He took his step-daddy’s name: Vaughn.”

Something about Deyton has been nagging me since he first taught me. “Guyz, do you know what Deyton’s name is by any chance?”

“Logan, why are you asking?”

“I’ll tell you later, right now I’m in the mood to kick some ass,” I say as I follow them out of the changing rooms.

“Okay, these next few weeks we shall be focusing on hand-to-hand combat. It’s not all that realistic if we prepare you to shoot or throw things from a distance without encountering a few close enemies,” Mrs Young says.

“So choose a partner before we get to the Gym and show us what you already know. Just try not to cause any injuries,” Mr Young pleads. I soon realise that this may be my chance to kick some Andy butt.

A hand shoots up from the front of the class and I soon recognise that it’s Anna (from gymnastics therefore meaning she is a cheerleader), “Mr Young, will we get back to target practise any time soon?”

“Yes, Ms Chesterton, we just want to shakes things up a bit,” Mr Young answers while leading us to the Gym. The gym is where we do everything. We only come to the classroom so it can be a meeting place ensuring that nobody sneaks off campus or when they gives hand-outs.

As soon as we get in the Gym I grab Andy’s hand and say, “You, me, partners,” and drag him behind me.

“Oh, look at Lancaster! I don’t think I should be your first sparring partner, I may just hurt you. How about you start with someone easier?”

“Put a sock in it, Andy. Oh and try to deflate that ego of yours now, so that it isn’t bruised when I’m done with you.”

We circle each other like we are in some wrestling ring and I wait for him to make the first move. Andy strikes out by trying to punch my face and I realise it a bit late but manage to deflect the blow to my shoulder. As soon as I recover I aim to kick his shoulder but he quickly catches my foot and uses my momentum against me and pushes me away making me embarrassingly land on my butt, but I quickly jump on my feet and circle him like he’s my prey. Andy kicks out to my knees and I quickly move away, but I also come closer to him which he doesn’t expect. He tries to punch me but I grab his arm, twist it behind him and kick him on the back of his knees, but he too recovers.

This back and forth stale-mate between us carries on for quite some time, and I realise that there are only 2 other groups still sparring.

I feign left giving him an opening to attack me on my right and use my momentum to side kick him on the sides of his knees causing him to lose his equilibrium and fall on the floor. I’m not a fool, so when I see an opening to finish it I go for it. I launch myself into the air and land on him, he tries to push me off but I don’t give him a chance. I’ve had enough of this back and forth and am ready to end this.

I let Andy drive me onto the floor and he puts a little weight on one leg and lifts my other one till it touches the floor. An upside down split, basically.

“Andy, I’m doing a split,” I say.

“And…?” he replies.

“I do gymnastics, I’ve been doing splits since the age of 5,” I say and he lifts all of his pressure from the leg lying flat on the floor.

I just need to embarrass him. “Andy, honey, your crotch is touching where you shouldn’t even think about touching, this isn’t some porno.” Andy turns beet red and resorts to just kneeling on the floor while holding one of my legs. I lash out with my free leg and manage to land a nice kick on his abdomen and quickly get back to my feet.

“You’ve been… holding out on us… Lancaster,” he says between breaths while standing up as well. And once again our stalemate resumes from its pause.

“Didn’t ask,” I icily reply. I’m a little disappointed he stood up so quickly; he’s kinda good, I’ll give him that, but I won’t admit that to his face.

“You’re actually quite … good.”

“Did Andy… just… pay me… a compliment?”

“Don’t take it to … heart… sweet cheeks.”

“Wouldn’t dream… of it Deyton,” I say which shocks him so much that he actually stops fighting for a second.

That second was all I needed.

I quickly flip him over so that he is lying on his stomach, sit on his back and pull his right arm and left leg behind him till he cries out in pain.

“Say Uncle,” I say.

No reply…

I pull harder and repeat my request.

“Fine… shit… Uncle, Uncle,” he says which immediately puts a smile on my face. I see The Mr and Mrs approaching so I quickly loosen my grip on him.

“Wow, Ms Lancaster. How did you manage to beat our top student?” Mr Young asks.

“My parents took me to self-defence classes as soon as I was able to walk,” I say and don’t imagine the slight cringe in the mentioning of my parents on them.

“OK then. You may release Mr Vaughn now,” Mrs Young says.

“With pleasure,” I reply.

When I finally look up I realise with a start that everyone else has finished and Andy and I were the last to finish.

“Well done, everyone. We still have about 10 minutes before you have to change so you can talk,” Mrs Young says.

I quickly find and locate the rest of the gang. It’s one thing to be watched as I spar with Andy, it’s another when people gawk at me after winning.

“Kristen! How could you not tell us you were this good at hand-to-hand?” Ally ‘angrily’ asks.

I blush a little and say, “Didn’t ask.”

“It’s still awesome that you beat Andy though,” says Jordan.

“Only because I let her win,” says the most obnoxious voice behind me.

“Oh, please! I had you crying out ‘Uncle’ over there. Don’t try to ease your ego by degrading my skills,” I say.

“Oh, sure. How could I forget? I am sooo sorry, Kris, okay?” he says sarcastically.

“Fuck off Deyton/Vaughn. Choose to either be mean or nice to me because your multi-personality disorder shit is giving me whiplash,” I say before punching him HARD in the face and walking off to change.

Tee he he he he!! I hope you liked Kris beating some Andy ass!!!

Oh, and i just wanna add that exams here in South Africa are about to start so i gotta be the good girl that i am and start preparing. the point is: i might not update every weekend, as much as i'd like to, or the parental units will bomb on me :(..

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