The Prodigy (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Well I guess by now you've probably figured out that I’m a fighter. That’s right, a fighter. Yes, I am a girl, problem? Didn't think so. My name is Natasha but everyone calls me Nat or Natty for short. I’m 15 years old, turning 16 in a month. I know what you’re thinking, isn't she too young to be a fighter? The answer is no. You see I am a prodigy, ever since I was little I expressed an interest in fighting. I soon grew quite famous for my fighting skills,but recently I am on break from fighting. I just happened to run into 5 mysterious boys on my Starbucks run that will change my life forever.

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3. The Fight

I made it to Mike’s gym just in time; I tied Misty up and headed to the locker rooms. I kept a pair of spare clothes in there along with shoes. Knowing how stupid and forgetful I am, I knew that I would need them. Boy was I right. Anyway, I made my way towards the punching bag correctly clothed ready to practice. I was jabbing, kicking, punching and mumbling moves to myself when Mike called my name. 
“Yes?” I yelled back. 
“Great news!” He screamed excitedly. I smiled and gave him a questioning look for him to continue. “I got you a fight!” He screamed practically in my ear, at this point I didn’t care I was just happy to finally have a fight again. 
“Who is it against?” I asked minutes later when I finally calmed down enough to speak in a normal tone of voice, well my voice (which is defiantly not normal...)
“Some older guy who has been around for a while, I totally forgot his name. I think his name was John or something like that, but whatever the fight is today so go get ready! You have 2 hours to get prepped and practiced!” Mike called after me as I walked towards the locker room again to change into my ring clothes. My ring clothes are basically like a type of costume that you have to where to every fight, which for me is a pair of shorts, a sports bra, then half a tank top, my gloves, protection junk, and the little silk robe type thingy that I wear getting into the rink and quickly take off. Don’t judge okay, I’m only 14 I don’t remember all the big words for clothing and such. I mean I don’t even go to school, if I did I would probably fail for being too stupid if that’s possible. Anywhore, (hehe Mike’s girlfriend taught me that word. ) I got all dolled up and I was ready to fight, I got to the big double doors and waited. 

It was finally time to start, I walked down to the ring and got in took the robe thingy off and got a quick sip of water knowing I would have to wait till the end of the round to get some more. I looked over and saw this John person, he had some big muscles, nice abs, didn’t look older than 30, but he had a freakishly small head. When I noticed that I couldn’t help but laugh, apparently he must have heard me considering he looked over to me and scowled. I quickly looked down at my feet and giggled, that small head makes him way less intimidating than he should be. 

At last we met together in the center of the ring, did a spit shake and the bell sounded. I quickly backed away and waited for him to make his move. He came at me with an uppercut which I so slyly blocked. He was shocked by this; perfect. I went in and got a clear shot to the gut, and then he went and covered his stomach with his arms I went up and punched him straight in the jaw with all of my force. I swear I heard a cracking noise, oops. That can’t be too good, oh well. Not my jaw not my problem. He backed away to recover, he looked so vulnerable so I went over and punched him again right under his chin sending him down. He hit with a loud thud. 
“One…Two…Three!” The ref called. Wow that was easier than I thought; he went down in round 1. Usually it takes till round 2 or 3. He was eventually taken away in an ambulance with a broken jaw. Damn, I knew I was good but never that good. Anyway, Mike decided to take me out for a victory dinner, he also said I could take a couple of friends if I wished too. Hmmmm what friends? Well let’s see there’s Mike, Mike’s Girlfriend, random workers at the gym, my parents, Austin, the 5 random guys from Starbucks…. Wait that’s it! I’ll drop by Starbucks and ask Austin if he wants to go…maybe I should text those 5 guys from One Erection or whatever to see if they want to go too.

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