Blackthorne vs. Gallagher (Gallagher Girls Fanfic)

Chapter 11

I step onto the mat and when the match began, it wasn't like the others. Our teachers warn us of these ones. Her approach was slow and carefully planned and you could see the concentration etched out on her face as we circled each other. The first thing you learn in P&E is that, usually, the new ones attacked first and charged, while the most skilled fighters took their time. Except for those spies who have already figured out all your weaknesses before you begin, which means that she still hadn't figured out how to attack. Good, at least this means that she doesn't even know how to react. I have a chance. Too easy.

But, I can't show it. I need to be undermined to win. I need to seem like the others, apparently dumb, stupid and weak. I start to analyse her from bottom up. Her movements are practised and confident. You can see her pride reflected in her stride but it is intertwined with a mesmerising gracefulness as if she is dancing.

When I start to look to glance up to notice other factors and possible weaknesses, I can instantly tell I have made a mistake. My eyes are glued to her face. As soon as I looked up, her beauty entranced me and that's what trapped me. The millisecond where my gaze flicked up allowed her to see my weakness reflected in my eyes and her eyes light up making her beauty radiate and cast a spell on everyone in the room, holding us captive with her eyes, whether they were teachers, girls or the boys who were already crushing on the others.

Within seconds, she has me pinned onto the ground and her face is within centimetres of mine. She's so close. Before I could even debate kissing her, I hear her melodic voice alongside the slight puffs of air from her breath from her whispers.

"Good night Mr Goode."

What? Nigh- I couldn't even finish my thought. She rendered me unconscious and I feel a slight pressure at the nape of my neck.

When I finally force myself to open a heavy eyelid, I wake up to the infirmary. Damn it. I just got beat, by a girl. I had a record of never going to the infirmary. Gallagher 2, Blackthorne nil.

I felt a bruise forming at the point Cammie had pressed, causing me to fall unconscious.

"Sleeping Beauty's up boys!" Grant yells in a mocking voice, strolling into my room. "Never thought I would ever see the great Mr Goode being beaten up by a girl," he mentions in aside.

I force myself up and hook his head into the nook of my arm in a matter of seconds as Jonas and Mr Solomon enter the room.

"You really want to test me?" I whisper, pressing my knuckles into the bruises on his face, courtesy of Bex.

"Okay, okay, I give!" he shrieks in pain.

"That's more like it," I respond as I release my grip, but I glare at him for good measure.

When I am satisfied the length of my glare, I turn to Mr Solomon. I need answers. Now.

"How did she do it?" I asked.

Before he could reply, Grant interjected.

"How did they all beat us?"

"I did warn you, didn't I?" Mr Solomon says in response.

"That's not an answer," Jonas says.

I rephrased my question, "Why did you and Ms Cameron hold out on us?"

"I didn't hold out. I warned you about defence techniques, but none of you used them. I told you to be prepared but you were cocky. This is cliché, but I'm going to say it. I told you so," he said enunciating the last sentence, rubbing it in further.

"And Ms Cameron?" Grant inquires.

Mr Solomon scoffed and turned to start walking away, "Ms Cameron holds out on everyone and did you really think she would let you win against her niece?"

"How did Cammie beat me?" I say before he can take a step. I need an answer. I refuse to accept defeat.

Mr Solomon pauses, in debating his decision. He begins to take a step and debates against it, knowing I would follow him until he answered my question.

"She is the best in her school," he says vaguely, turning towards us.

"But I'm the best here," I whine.

"Then maybe you're not good enough. I warned you before. How unfortunate. Maybe you could get her to teach you something," he says smirking my signature smirk before walking off.

Grant mumbles burn under his breath. I glare at him again.

I need something on her. I need to have the satisfaction of knowing something about her before anyone else. Guess I need to do some digging then.