Chapter two:

We managed to get half the bows done by lunch. By myself I could have been starting the swords, but Jazz just had to be a douche and slow me down.

" When we're done, as a reward you can keep that towel." I say placing a dried bow on the table nearby to dry.

" Really? Would you be sorry its gone?" he teased. "I know you like pink."

I glared at him and wish I could slap his face.

"It's not mine." I lied.

"Really? That's a shocker." He said getting up to stretch, his muscles gleaming in the sunlight. "You could bottle up my smell and make millions."

"Yah, the smell of soap dirt and sweat. Heavenly." I say sarcastically. I'm pretty sure I'll make millions without it. But of course, I would burn that towel anyway." I add and then look over at him.

"So this is your towel. I feel honored to be using the princess's towel."

"Shut up!"

"You're so cold. You can't even take a joke!"

"Can too!"

"Really?"

"Yah!"

"Don't by it."

Annoyed, I grab a new bow and clean it. One good thing came out of this. Well two things. It was at least ninety-six degrees out and the water was cold, and I got help with the bows. We worked in silence for awhile occasionally taking a break. When we got back to work, Jazz was getting under my skin again.

"So how's Mrs. Kwindle?" Jazz asked.

I glared at him and he grinned. Mrs. Kwindle is the biggest English bitch on the planet. I swear she hates everyone but Jazz. Why? I don't for her. Since he graduated with Anthony last year, she's been more bitchy giving excuses for everything. She is annoying too. She would always ask how's Jazz? Like I would reply. Is he my main concern in life? Hardly.

"I think you two are done." Uncle Jerry says behind us making us jump.

"Thank you sir." Jazz sighed heavily with relief, dropped his rag and ran off.

"For a soon to be nineteen year old, I'm sure he really is turning six." I say getting up while dusting my capris.

"Mhm." Uncle Jerry nodded and walked off.

I ran up to my room and changed into a pink and white low cut tank top with black jeaned denim booty shorts. I closed my bedroom door and punched the lock in the door knob to lock the door. I strolled over to my side table by my bed and grabbed my iPhone with a new neon pink cover with sparkly cheetah spots that I had recently bought. I went to my music selection and scrolled down to Demi Lovato's Give Your Heart a Break and hooked it up to my karaoke machine. It took me forever to create a dance routine for this but now it's finally put together. It's sexy, upbeat and fun. I pressed play and waited for the cue to sing. I faced my large mirror on one of the doors of my walk in closet that I would say is big enough room to sleep in. Once I heard my cue, I started to dance and sing.

"The day I first met you told me you never fell in love…" I sang accurately. I have listened to recordings of myself so I knew I could sing close to Demi with a nice twist of strong and sweet. I then started the beginning of the routine with drawing my hand to point at the mirror, and then I raised my arms over my head, connected my hands, and started popping my hips left and right. Next, I removed my ponytail shook my hair and ran my hand through my hair. Then I bended over and rose up while rolling my hands over my body until I had my hands at my chest to form a heart with my hands. When it comes to the music I like, when I dance and sing, I really get into it. I could be the hottest back up dancer and singer. In the middle of my routine, I saw my door shut. Panicking that I swore I locked my door I ran to my iPhone, turned it off and ran to the door, opened it and looked out into the hallway. Nobody was there. I looked back in my room and sighed my heart still beating. No one knew I danced and sang. Not even Sunny, Blaze, my mom, Anthony, Uncle Jerry or Lexi. I looked over at my pink moon chair by the door and noticed a pink towel on it. My heart sank.

"Was that Jazz? How much did he see?"

I opened the curtains and looked out at the courtyard. The boys were arriving for practice. Some were already in the warrior training ground getting ready for their tests. I also saw Anthony sword fighting with a practice dummy. Jazz strolled out toward Anthony and started chatting and practicing with him too. I looked away, grabbed my phone, and went out into the hallway, down the stairs and out into the courtyard. I sat down in my normal spot which was a wooden bench opposite them. I like to watch the boys while they test so I can learn from their mistakes for my test next week. The boys started limbering up and when some of them saw me watching them, they waved, smiled at me, some started being self conscious, or pretended I wasn't even there. When Anthony saw me, he gave me a little nod and looked away to talk to one of his friends Pete. Even though he did nod to me acting as if his little sister being there was not of any concern to him, he was just trying to be cool. I could tell he was also nervous, even though I know he mastered the Fire Line move he was assigned to by heart. When I was signing up to be first in my test next week, he signed up for today, the first day of testing. He also noticed I signed up first so he did too just to be level with me. Believe me I would have signed up for today but knowing me, I would try to procrastinate. I also knew I had tests in school to study for which were supposed to be this week but my teachers decided to post pone everything to next week since apparently they heard the warrior testing was this week. Stupid teachers…. I also saw Blaze limbering up by Jazz and he waved hello and I waved back. Jazz followed his gaze and looked at me. He looked like he was about to say something but Anthony called him and Blaze and Jazz over. Jazz looked back at me, nodded and walked toward Anthony who had the clipboard of everyone's position in testing.

"Testing time!" I realized, and I saw them line up. Anthony led the line, Jazz was second and Blaze was third.

"Lilah!"

I turned my head to see Uncle Jerry motioning me over. Conscious that the boys were watching me, I put my phone in my back pocket, reached under my bench to grab my flip flops I usually leave there, slipped them on and walked to my uncle.

"Yah."

"Drag the dummies to the ring and then grab a clipboard. To make things faster so we can get out of this hot weather, we're going two at a time." Uncle Jerry explained.

"Wait, so I get to grade them too?" I asked excited.

"Yep."

I dragged the dummies to the center and grabbed a clipboard. Uncle Jerry gave me a stack of testing requirements sheets and I attached them to the clipboard. I then took the pink pen he offered me and I walked over and stood behind dummy number.

"Odds face dummy number one, evens face dummy number two." Uncle Jerry ordered.

I watched the boys assemble themselves. Anthony led the line for dummy number one and Jazz led the line for dummy number two. My uncle lightly pushed me to dummy number two. I'm going to grade Jazz? I walked behind dummy number two and stood so I could see Jazz. When he saw me, he stiffened a little but then relaxed.

"Now we'll see how well you try to cheat out of this." I thought and smiled slyly at him.

I waited for my uncle to raise his arm to let Anthony and Jazz know they had a minute and thirty seconds to review everything before their best begins. I decided to raise my arm too so I would look professional. I watched the pillar clock beside my uncle. They had twenty-seven seconds left… eleven seconds… five seconds….

"Three… two… one….." my uncle says.

"Ungard!" I shout with my uncle and drop our arms and back up.

Both guys did their beginning positions. Anthony had his sword over his head while in a bended lobster pose and Jazz stood to the side with his sword pointing sideways to the dummy, which is the beginning of the Ice Speartz. I checked off excellent for standing position. He glanced at me waiting for me to let him start. I looked at the clock. Each test is nine minutes. Each segment lasted three minutes. I nodded the okay motion and he took off. I noticed his Ice Speartz was very similar to Lightning Vortex I was assigned to. Many times he would quickly glance at me and I would give him no emotion of how he was doing like my uncle. It's just so it doesn't distract the tester. Finally, the whole testing was done. I gave him +27/30 because he misstepped the air strike in the second segment and did the strike too early because of that. He knew it too because I could see his eyes darken. But either way he did well. I walked over to my uncle, gave him Jazz's test sheet and he gave me Anthony's to put into the computer. I looked at Anthony's score. +29/30. I grinned. I had a chance to beat him for once. I punched the scores into the computer and put the tests into a portfolio.

"Lilah can you stay to punch in the scores, Uncle Bruce can test the rest." Uncle Jerry called to me.

"Okay…." I sighed.

"Thank you." He called.

I sat by the computer bored punching in test scores. I then felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder to see Jazz standing over me.

"How did I do?" he asked.

"Fine." I said simply looking away at the next testers.

"Seriously I need to know. I know I messed up with air strike but that didn't cost my grade did it? I need at least 90% for my mom to be happy. Please tell me I got a least a 90, because I need to phone and can't afford to have it taken away again."

"You will have to wait like everyone else." I say still not looking at him.

"What's with all the secrecy all of a sudden?" Jazz asked.

"Secrecy?" I say confused.

"You know exactly what I mean." Jazz pushed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Pickle Face." Jazz said smugly.

I shake my head and cross my arms. "You need to stop assuming I know how you think.

"Alright then. I should just dance my way out of here." He says and winks at me and does this weird hip hop/ballet move and walks off.

I narrow my eyes at him and then go back to putting scores in the computer now convinced that Jazz was the one who saw me dance and sing.