A/N: Hey guys I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to all who reviewed and to those who didn't … well boo. Especially Padmesky who called me lazy and made me get up off my 'lazy' ass to write this. it isn't as good as the first, but hey! Nobody's perfect… I didn't have time to proof read. sorry…..

After my second junior class of the day (which involved me knocking out one kid because I didn't realize he was standing behind me when I was demonstrating a side-kick), it was finally time for the adult class. She or rather Ashley was still waiting and watching me.

Throughout the time while she was watching today, I had managed to trip at least three times and then run into a wall and finally I was hit in the side of the face by a ball because some kid thought it would be funny. Ashley was just sitting there grinning at all of this. But I mean, SERIOUSLY how can she be 15?!?!? It's like un-fucking-possible!!

Anyway, the Adults were on the floor. Only five showed up today including Ashley. I went ahead and bowed everybody in. Then separated them by ranks to do their pattern.

A/N: (a pattern is also called a form. It is a series of movement- kicks and punches- to demonstrate technique. It's kind of like a drill. If you want to me technical-ish-like? )

Since everyone else already knew their pattern, I went to the back of the class to teach Ashley one-on-one… that is if I remember to breathe.

"Well hello there Ms. Carlin. And here I thought I you'd forgotten about me."

"I could never forget about you." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I said don't call me Ms. Carlin. It makes me feel old and like my MOM. Seriously ew."

"And how old are you?" She asked me circling me like prey

"Fifteen." I replied meekly. I was getting self conscious so I did that thing that people make fun of me of. I bit my thumb. It's not like I suck it, I just bite the tip.

"Sweet. So should we get started?" She stopped in front of me. I finally remembered that I was in charge. And that I was the best on the dojo floor! I stood tall. HELL YEAH EMPOWERMENT!!

"Hey! I'm in charge here. So I'll say what to do! Go get me that padded plastic sword! RUN!" I was grinning at my fake yelling. Ashley shook her head chuckling and started to jog over to the storage area. Now can you imagine what I was watching as she ran? Now think hard…

When she returned, she handed me the sword.

"Thank you." I whacked her over the head with it. She rubbed the spot I hit her and pouted.

"What was that for?" I was momentarily thrown by her cute little hurt puppy dog look. But I regained my composure.

"If you are going to make this commitment, you have to be fast and strong. You have to move quickly and be aware at all times." She lunged at me.

I quickly side stepped and grabbed her arm to make sure she didn't hit the wall and twisted it just enough so that it didn't hurt but if she moved she would be screaming in pain.

"Nice try." I said casually. Who had the upper hand now? I let go of her.

"You suck." She was still pouting as she rubbed her wrist.

"In one way or another, yeah I do." Where did that come from?!?!

She grinned.

"So, Ashley, this art is about discipline and control. Now show me how you would make a fist" She held up her right hand and curled four fingers around her thumb.

I told her, "Close, but," I reached to grab her hand and unwind her fingers, "put your thumb on the outside other wise it'll hurt like hell." I fixed her fist. Before I had a chance to pull away, she grabbed my wrist and leaned in close.

I shivered from her hot breath against my cheek. We didn't say anything. Even though Ashley had her mouth half open and looked like she was going to. We just stood there.

"Ms. Carlin!" another student was calling for me. I turned around so quickly I smacked heads with Ashley.

"What?!?!" I yelled meanly while rubbing my temple.

"I-I just need some help, please?" He was getting nervous.

"Fine. Just wait a second." I turned to check on Ashley. I stoked her hair instinctively. "Does it hurt?"

She leaned into my hand. "Not anymore." I quickly realized what I was doing and jerked my hand away. She frowned.

"Umm…. Ashley, just practice your punches on this bag. Remember bring the punch from you hip." I grabbed her waist and positioned her in front of the target. I stood behind her and grasped her right hand which was – for some reason – already in a fist. I held it to her hip and lead her in the 'correct' way to punch. My head was almost resting on her shoulder. And my hand was wrapped around her's. I pulled away.

"Okay so do fifty punches." She was kind of flushed. I wonder why? Maybe it's too hot in here. "Do you want to me to turn on the fans or something?" She jumped like a foot in the air.

"Umm…no! I'm good. I think that guy is waiting for you." I went to go help him like she told me too. When I came back, she was punching the bag with such furry I thought that it would come alive for revenge or something.

"Whoa there tiger! Where's the fire?" I laughed. She just glared. "Okay then, how bout we just work on your pattern?" she solemnly nodded. God, talk about bipolar. "So start out with your left foot in front and do a low block." I showed her the technique and she imitated it.

"No Ashley. Your stance needs to be longer." I patted her thigh just above her knee to indicate which leg she needed to move. She moved it a little bit, but not enough so I walked around to her front/left side and used my foot to slide her leg out a bit. I looked up into her eyes and saw they were darker than usual.

Oh, God. I know why. Damn it. This is getting out of hand. I need to get out of here. I looked at the clock. Yes class is over!

"Everyone line up!" Ashley looked startled, but I walked away to the front of the class with her trailing a few steps behind me. After we bowed out, I talked to a few of the students for a few minutes just to chat like always. When I was done, I looked around and didn't see Ashley. Hmm, she must have left. My heart sunk. I got my street clothes and walked into the bathroom. The changing area isn't shut off or anything it's just one big room with a little bathroom stall and sink in the corner.

When I opened the door, I think my jaw hit the floor and my heart began to race. There was Ashley. With only a bra and thong on. Bending over to start to put her jeans on. She didn't notice me so I just stood there staring, not thinking at all. She lifted her head slowly, I guess she felt eyes on her. When she saw me her eyes widened and she fell over onto the cold linoleum floor. She quickly stood up and turned around, which buy the way her in a thong didn't really stop my staring. I was shook out of my daze. My hand shot up to cover my eyes.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to… I thought… I… You… Sorry!"

I guess she finally became "calm-cool-collected-Ashley" again. "No it's okay. This IS a changing room and we're all girls right?"

"R-Right." I gripped my clothes tighter and ran into the stall. No way was she going to see me almost naked! I heard the door open and close and Ashley left the bathroom. I let out a long shaky breath. I quickly put on my street clothes on.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked at the dojo floor. Ehh… I'll mop it tomorrow. He'll never know. Everyone – including Ashley – had left by the looks of it. So I set the alarm, put my clothes in my camouflage backpack, grabbed my skateboard and walked out the door. I locked it behind me and shoved the keys in the pocket of my board shorts.

When I looked up, Ashley was standing there staring at me leaning against the wall. I stumbled backwards and fell onto the trashcan and then landed on my ass on hard concrete. Great… way to go dork…

A/N: sorry I have to cut it short, but my parent are threatening to take away my computer unless I go to bed soon! So GOODNIGHT MY WONDERFUL READERS!!!

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