Spy School: Camp, it's complicated

Let's get physical

I kind of went on a whim and wrote out 3 chapters for the idea I mentioned in the last chapter, but then again, they were written at 3 am because I couldn't sleep. Maybe sometime soon I'll do a sneak peek, which is really just the first chapter because it's kinda short. But back to this one.

(Ben's POV)

I was kind of drifting off until Kimberly shouted "We will have 4 fights at once. You will be able to see your tent mate fight because they won't be at the same time as yours. First up are Sean and Ben, Jawa and Hauser, Chip and Mike, Zoe and Warren." I looked at Erica, who nodded encouragingly.

I took a deep breath and headed to the arena? I really didn't know what to call it. I waited for Sean to show up, and one of the oldest campers came up to us and told us he was reffing the game. I cracked my knuckles and got ready.

Sean stepped into the arena, and everyone picked sides. Most of everyone was on my side, but a few girls who found him very attractive were rooting for him. Pretty much everyone was watching this fight because they wanted to see what I would do to the guy that kissed my girlfriend. I even saw Warren try to sneak away from his fight to watch mine.

When the ref gave the signal to start, I headed towards him. I threw a punch at his stomach, and he blocked it. Anticipating this, I immediately kicked him in the back of his knee, knocking him off balance. I did a roundhouse kick to his jaw, and he immediately collapsed. "There's no way he's getting back up." someone in the crowd muttered. But Sean struggled his way up and managed to throw a punch at my gut. I doubled over but quickly recovered, and all I saw was red. When the red faded, Sean was on the ground, pretty badly injured. He was clutching his stomach, groaning in pain, had a large bruise on his jaw that was already turning purple, a black eye, a scrape on his left kneecap, and a bloody nose. I just walked away.

(Erica's POV)

I watched in horror as Ben went to town on Sean, kicking, punching and generally just hurting. And Sean really wasn't trying to fight back, except for that one punch he threw at the end. You could tell the guy felt bad about stealing Ben's girlfriend, so Sean took it.

I knew the Ben who was hurting this guy so badly was not the real Ben. He was blinded by anger and jealousy, and I had to find some way to get old Ben back. As soon as I saw him walk out of the ring, I jogged after him.

"Ben!" I shouted. He turned to me, and he didn't look happy or furious, he just looked plain old depressed. "Hey," he replied sullenly. "You ok?" I asked, even though I knew he wasn't. Ben shrugged. "C'mon Ben, give me more than that." Ben cracked a small smile, and I felt better after seeing it. I put my arm around his shoulder and led him to the tent.

I didn't really feel like watching the fights, but when it was my turn to fight, he insisted he got to watch. I easily won my match, and then I fought against Chelsea, one of the academy's top fighters. I beat her as well, less easily than before, and Ben won his match against Jawa. We kept winning our matches until it was time for us to face off against each other in the finals

We started the fight by circling around each other, looking for openings. I found one and tried to punch him in the jaw, but he caught it in one hand, and immediately caught the other hand that was headed towards his stomach. With both his hands in use, I used his stomach as a springboard to flip over his head, and free my hands. I noticed that his stomach was rock hard. Focus Erica! I thought.

We circled each other again, and Ben kicked me in the back of my knee. But I got back up and tackled him football style. He struggled to get up and threw me off after a few seconds. He leaped back up and judo flipped me over his shoulder. I rolled over, and jumped back off, jumping lithely away from his attacks. I finally flipped over his shoulder again, and jumped on his back, managing to knock him over, and finally, the match was won.

I pulled him back up and shook his warm hand. "Goodgame. You got a lot better, you almost beat me!" I told him. "You're not so bad yourself." He grinned back. Are we flirting? I thought. Nearly impossible to know, since I've never flirted with someone before unless it was on a mission, and I'm not sure what real flirting is supposed to feel like. Because of the tournament results, we were in the lead. Go us!