"Rhysand," I growl in annoyance, just after having been knocked to the ground in record time. Evidently this training plan has not been working, though Rhysand's amused smirk never fails to piss me off every time he knocks me down or pushes me into a wall with what seems to be no effort.
"Feyre, you're the one who came to me asking for help, remember?" he says holding back a laugh as if he could hear me cursing him out internally. I continue to glare at him because I know he's right.
"If I can't learn even the simple stuff there's no way I'm passing this self-defense class. I'm already this far behind. Just give up and let me fail." I complain and lean my head against the wall in defeat. I see Rhysand roll his eyes in front of me and pull me back up.
"Oh, come on Feyre. I'm not giving up on you now. Besides people know I'm helping you. I can't have my reputation destroyed by a failed student I took on, can I?" I slapped his arm and rolled my eyes in response.
"Now get back up we're trying again," He goes to hit me, but I block it. Sloppily, but it's better than the millions of other times I failed.
"And here I was thinking you might care about something other than yourself," I throw out my fist towards him with a little bit more force than usual. He catches it and then he has both of my arms trapped in his grip. He just pauses to look down at me for a minute, but then he speaks.
"That was your first mistake. We all learn from those, though, don't we?" He raises his eyebrow, and releases his grip and I step away from him, narrowing my eyes as I try to solve the impossible puzzle that is Rhysand.
"You're doing better though. I know you think you're stuck and making no progress, but you're movements are improving, you just need to build up your strength. Too much time spent lazing around with your little friends and not enough work," I don't know what Tamlin or Lucien have to do with this, but I decide to ignore it like I do with much nonsense that comes out of his mouth. I walk out the door, the beginning of a headache forming, as I hear Rhysand yell
"Better be back here tomorrow! I don't have the patience, or care enough, to track you down!"
"Prick," I mutter to myself as I storm down the hallway, and I swear in that moment I hear him let out a laugh.