Tigers In Us

Blayze is pathetic when it comes to sports. At his school sports matter, not grades. This was never a problem until he is saved, from a routine fight. Then it's a problem.

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7. chapter 7

“So how about we do as told,” I asked.

“No, the fight will still happen and you will lose,” she reasoned.

“You don’t get it,” I said.

“Well if I keep teaching you then you will stand a chance, but if I stop like they want your dead, which do you want,” reasoned Kimball some more.

“Ok,” I agreed.

“What’s going on?” asked one of her friends.

“I live a doddle life,” said Kimball.

I left and ate outside.  No one bothered me, like they had better things to do.

 

When we were outside the Art room I stood there.

“Blayze?” she asked with question.

“Can I say something?” I asked.

“Yes,” answered Kimball.

“I feel calm around you,” I said so fast I could not tell if it was comprehensible or not.

“What?” asked Kimball.

I repeated the sentence wondering why my voice was so small.

Kimball walked up to me.  My throat tightened.  She was proble two seconds from slapping me.

I swoled and waited to be slapped, instead I got a hug.  To my even grated shock she started to cry.

“Thank you, I swore I was going crazy, thank you,” she breathed.  Some tangle ball of emotion I had carried around with me released.

When Kimball was done crying she bounced backward and said, “Let’s get started with the real work.

We went to our normal spot.  Kimball sat and spread her legs apart.  She then placed her hands together and in front and together.  

“Sit like this,” she ordered.

I did and Kimball sat behind me with her back pressing against mine.

“What’s the point of this?” I asked.

In response she leaned back.

“Slide your hands forward,” she instructed.

Again I did as told.  The exercise was actually way harder then it would sound if someone told it to me.

When I had reached out almost all the way Kimball leaned back and said do it.

“Harder!” she soon ordered.

“I’m going as hard as I can,” I said.

Kimball got up suddenly and let me land on my back.

I glared fiercely before she offered me a hand.  I took it and stopped glaring.

Kimball grabbed my arm and I found myself falling.  I twisted landed on my hands and rolled to my feet.

“You learn fast,” said Kimball befor I could get mad.

“Could I have a warning next time?” I asked.

“Want to know how I did that?” was my answer.

“Go on,” I replied.

She took my arm again and flipped it over.  “Allow me to show you where the nerves bunch up,” she said.

Then her hand raised.  I tensed.  It came down hard.  My body jerked against my will.

I looked up from the ground with wild eyes.  

“I told you we had work to do,” she said cockily.

 

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