Chapter four !
Im all excited. I have like six books I have to read for school so this story will slow even further, but no worry! I will try to fit everything in as best as I can.
Thanks for the support everyone, really! I absolutely love writing this! It makes me feel like a rebellious wild child! (Im pretty much an introvert in reality but you know, trying out a new role)
Chapter Four- First Class
I stared at myself in the mirror. Without makeup I looked so… Young. I let a little whisper of air slip from my red stained lips, and adjusted my black workout ensemble.
I was about to meet the students of Scare School at some gym they rented out in the middle of town when my phone buzzed frantically at me from my night stand.
I answered the call, hoping that I wasn't fired or something along the lines.
"You've got Anna."
"Anna! Hey! It's Jimmy. I need to talk to you about something." Jimmy frantically babbled through the phone.
"Jimmy, no. I am not going out with you. I'm busy today anyway."
"No, I was calling to tell you not to teach for Scare School. You could get hurt, or worse."
"Jimmy, I can knock someone out with three hits. I think I'm okay. Thanks though. Chau."
"But—" I hung up the phone and clicked it into my arm cuff for musical inspiration on the drive to the gym. I gathered up all my hope and let it melt away all my stress.
I pulled my car up to a nice, cute little gym along the town square. I set my phone into the center console and locked up my car. I closed my eyes and gathered up all my bad ass-ness, and walked inside like a supermodel.
The monsters were hanging around the gym, chatting and eating weird looking food. When I walked in, they all turned and stared.
It was quiet for three seconds while I evaluated my class. A vampire boy with weird hair, Casper was here too. A zombie girl, a mummy. The wolf I flipped over, and the moss kid I slammed across my yard the other day. I flashed a hot smile, and placed my hand over my hip.
"So, you want to kick some ass. Line up, against the wall!" I asserted.
The students scrambled against the wall, all but one. The vampire boy stood defiantly in place, arms crossed and face smug. I strutted over to him and stared him down. My small stature made it difficult to look powerful, being without heels and in sneakers.
"Up. Against. The. Wall." I said pointedly.
"Why should I listen to you?" He asserted. I backed up a few feet and gathered up my strength. I looked him dead in the eye and threw my foot up, kicking his chest and sending him flying up against the wall.
"Thank you, for lining up against the wall. What's your name?"
"Thatch." He was staring at the floor now, obviously annoyed.
I looked from each kid, taking in their names.
I walked to the middle of the room and began to explain defensive maneuvers to the class when the Mosshead interrupted.
"Why would we want to defend ourselves? Can't we just beat them up?"
"Well, if you wouldn't interrupt, maybe you would find out smartass. I get that you want chaos, blah blah blah. But seriously, beating them up is kind of dumb. Using secrets and mind tricks is usually the way to go for power over someone. Strait out brutal behavior is much less satisfying."
"So be snarky not punchy?" Mantha, the zombie girl with blue dreds piped.
"That's the way I go." I responded.
"I don't feel comfortable doing either." Casper whined.
"Well friendly isn't my thing so don't expect it," I began, "Anyway, we have ten minutes left. Everyone, grab a partner and practice the moves."
All of the kids paired up instantly, moving towards their friends until there was only one kid left. A young werewolf boy stood alone, blushing from embarrassment.
I sauntered over to the boy, trying to be as nice as I could. "Hey, you and me. Come on, over here." I clasped his hand in mine and brought him over to an open mat.
We began practicing, mostly him falling all over the place but he was really trying.
"So, I didn't get your name." I allowed. His yellow tinted eyes looked up towards me, surprised at my comment.
"Wolfie." He was breathing heavily.
"Well, Wolfie, you seem pretty cool. Where are all your friends?"
"Different classes, or just have other friends."
"Well, if you even want a partner I'm here." I gave him a small smile and slammed him down on the ground for the third time.
We finished up the day and I gathered my things up in the corner. A menacing voice floated down at me with malice.
"Where do you get off thinking that you can just embarrass me like that?"
I looked up to see Thatch towering over me. I stood at full height and stared at him haughtily in the eyes. "I didn't do anything, you're the one who couldn't do anything about it."
Thatch bared his fangs dangerously. I raised an eyebrow and made a fake yawning motion, and slung my bag over my shoulder and stomped sexily out of the gym.
When I got within viewing distance of my car, I saw Jimmy leaning against the driver door, brows furrowed in concentration and his dimples creasing his cheeks. I rubbed my temples and walked over to him with a growing headache.
"Jimmy, what are you doing here?" I groaned, swatting at his hips gently so he would move.
He didn't budge. "Anna, this is dangerous. These are monsters your training! You could get hurt, please just listen to me!"
"Jimmy, baby. Let me clue you in on a little secret. I kick ass. Hard. No need to worry about me."
"Well, be careful at least? For me?" He pleaded intensely. His blue eyes sparkled in the setting sunlight, those dimples creasing further.
I looked at him with curiosity. Why did he care so much that I stay safe? I know he has a crush on me and everything but, wow. This kid must be in love with me. I didn't realize I was staring at him while I processed all these thoughts until he shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. I closed my eyes and sighed, and opened them again.
"You look really pretty without makeup." He sighed, reaching up to touch my face. I caught his hand and slapped it down.
"Jimmy, I need to get home. Move, please."
He stood up straighter while a cocky grin possessed his face. "Will you give me your number?"
I grabbed a paper and pen from my bag, and wrote IN YOUR DREAMS on it, folded it up a few times, and placed it in his palm. He walked away from my door while opening up the paper. I took advantage of the situation and slipped into the Miata as fast as I could. When he finally read the paper, he looked up at me with a mixture of sadness, humiliation, and anger.
"Really?" He said, astounded.
"Haha, bye!" I shouted as I reared my engine, then driving off into the busy street.
