"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...
A/N: In celebrating our first 100k, most of you goldies wanted to see a bonus chapter of before Amber's parents got killed. THE TRIBE HAS SPOKEN. And I shalt givest myeth goldies just thateth.
God, I'm weird.
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Before everything.
"Okay, left, right, upper cut, now sweep!" Jason orders.
I'm so out of breath, I can barely show I understand my instructor. Not wanting to do more laps though, I do as he says. My opponent for my defense classes always changes so I never know what to expect.
I hit left, hit right, upper cut and then sweep with my leg.
My opponent obviously already knows my moves, so he avoids the sweep. Frustrated, I swing my body, forcing gravity to work with me here, and flip before kicking him in the face.
My opponent goes down. And I nearly go down with him.
"That's good, Amber," Jason praises.
I heave in a breath. "Nanksssss..." I breathe.
"What?"
"Nanksss..." I repeat.
"Amber, did you just invent another word?" Jason laughs. He's been my instructor for a month now - the longest yet and thus he knows my habits already.
"Yeah. It's 'no' and 'thanks'. Nanksss," I breathe and trudge over to the wall that has some towels for me.
God, I'm sweating like a pig. Defense classes always leave me feeling like I took a dip in the grossest swimming-pool ever. But at least it keeps me in shape. I swear, if it isn't for these classes, I'd be out-weighing an elephant by now!
"I think we should do some laps before you go clean up," Jason suggests.
I quickly dive for the door that leads away from the training room.
"You can run, but you can't hide, Amber," Jason laughs.
Before I even make it to the door, I'm already out of breath again and start panting like a dog. My body is just too worn out.
