First Punch ➟ Kellic

T E N

"We're free!" I exclaim as Jake and I push the double doors open after our last detention. He laughs, shaking his head at me.

"Are you five?" he asks.

"Maybe," I say with a shrug. "But a five year old who can kick your ass." I look at him amusedly and he rolls his eyes.

"You wish," he answers. I totally can though and I've proved it, but I'm not opposed to proving it again.

"You know I can," I tell him teasingly.

"I beg to differ," he replies, not looking at me but I can still see the sly grin on his cheeks.

"Oh yeah?" I ask. "Let's go then." I raise my fists in a playful fighting stance. He smiles, laughing a little.

"Stop," he says, pushing me away.

"What? Scared?" I taunt. He rolls his eyes and I punch his shoulder lightly. "Come on. If you're so confident then let's go."

"I'm not fighting you," he tells me.

"That's because you know I'll win," I answer smugly, dropping my fists.

"Fine, you wanna go?" he caves, stopping as we face each other.

"Mhm," I answer, getting back into my defensive stance. I quickly throw a punch in before he's ready, but I wasn't hitting him very hard. I don't really want to hurt him, it's just for fun.

"That was a cheap shot," he adds, raising his fists as I hit him in the same spot. I just shrug, both of us holding amused expressions. I taunt him with my eyes, egging him on. He goes to hit me, but I quickly block it and push his hand away as I use my free one to jab at him. Both of us have massive grins on our faces as we start to get more into it.

"Hey, watch it," he warns me as I hit his gut close to his stab wound. I just smirk at him, immediately going for it again. It's hard to resist a weak spot. He stops it though, blocking my way. I speed my movements up, finally getting a slap through his defences. He laughs a little as a reaction. It was hardly even a slap, and it was just to bug him after all. I only tapped the wound, too scared I'd hurt him for real.

"Dick," he adds, hitting me harder than before. I laugh, both of us continuing to play fight in a childish way. But he suddenly changes the game, grabbing my wrist. I try to get it loose, but he overpowers me. I still hit him with my free hand, but it's only a moment later when he catches that one too.

"Not fair!" I exclaim, struggling in his tight grip. He's annoyingly so much stronger than me, so my efforts are completely useless.

"You're just mad that I'm winning," he replies in a snarky tone. It makes me mad though, my competitive side flaring up as I fight harder against him.

"Whoa, feisty," he chuckles, finally letting go. I push him a little, taking things up a notch as I jump on his back. "Hey!" he exclaims, leaning over and catching my legs.

"Now who's winning?" I ask, not really fighting him and just kind of holding on.

"Still me," he mumbles, laughing. I roll my eyes and he starts to walk toward the abandoned house only a few feet away. I'm actually impressed that he can hold me and walk so smoothly at the same time. Especially since he got stabbed last week. I scoff, letting go as we reach the grass and he drops me.

"You so did not win," I answer, shoving him.

"Did too," he says, shoving me back.

I roll my eyes, stopping at the familiar brick wall, but he knocks me out of the way.

He smiles smugly and says, "Why don't you let a big, strong man do that for you?" pulling the brick out of place.

"Oh shut it," I reply, punching his shoulder again.