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Chapter 7
CPOV
The rest of that day was basically us Gallagher Girls settling in. I, of course, roomed with Bex, Macey, and Liz. Our room was pretty standard, with white walls, one window and 4 beds. We each got a dresser and there were two closets. (One and a half of those closets were filled by Macey.) There were no desks, so we just had to improvise to make our workspaces. (Liz wasn't happy about that one.) The room was a little smaller than the one we had at Gallagher. (Which meant Bex had no room to practice her sparring.) I think the worst part was I couldn't find any vent or secret passageway ANYWHERE.
So yeah, it was standard. Nothing compared to Gallagher standards of course.
The next day we started classes. All juniors had classes together, and went off to different things based on our courses of study. Of course, Zach was with me all day. Our first class was COW. We did the unit we're working on freshmen year. Our second class was World Languages. We finished most of our language units ages ago! Next up, was Poisons and Antidotes. This was more at our level, since Gallagher didn't have so much specialization on this subject. It was harder, but not too hard. Our final class before lunch, was P&E. Fun, fun, fun!
Blackthorne held P&E in the a large "inmate storage garage" since their cover was a correctional facility. By the time we got into the room, Bex was literally hopping like a frog. She wouldn't stop even after the multiple times Macey and I told her to.
"Hello Ladies." We heard a voice behind us. Joe stepped out from the shadows and smiled.
"Hello Mr. Solomon." Said Bex professionally, "Why are you in the P&E garage?"
"I wanted to see if these boys are truly up to Gallagher standards. I might have to hold some of you girls back from completely murdering the gentlemen." He said smoothly.
In the room, there was one mat set out in the middle. Our teacher, Coach Carey, was waiting for us.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen. Today, we will be sparring. Though we will go a pair at a time. I want all of you to watch each pair, because I want you to learn from each other." He said, "So, since I don't know you ladies well, I'm going to pick randomly. Based on my random pick, I'll select one of my boys, who will hopefully go easy on you." Suddenly every girl in the room and Solomon raised an eyebrow at Coach.
"Alright…how about…you there!" Coach Carey pointed at Tina. Tina just smirked. As she was stepping forward, Coach picked a boy with red hair and a pretty muscled body. He seemed to be an okay fighter, but his weakness was his right knee. He must've hurt himself in a fight about…3 months ago. Tina noticed this too, and her smirk got bigger. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Tina won in a landslide. She pinned him after 3 minutes of fighting and held him down for 15 seconds. The Coach was mildly impressed, since this was not his absolute best fighter.
"Your next!" Coach yelled out at Macey. Macey sauntered forward looking bored as usual. This irritated Coach Carey, so he obviously wanted to make this more of a challenge for her. He sent forward Nick, to Macey's delight, and told them to get ready.
Nick immediately lunged at her legs. She jumped up and landed on his back. He jerked in surprise and rolled over onto his back, causing Macey to fall. He leaped back up to his feet from his back. Macey immediately used her leg to try and knock his feet out, but he jumped again. Jesus! They were like jumping beans! After 6 continuous minutes of this sort of movement, Macey finally decided it was time to end this fight. She faked him out by pretending to start punch him, when suddenly her long and perfect leg swept up into a kick to the jaw. Nick fell back in surprise so she just plopped down and kissed his jaw.
"Does that feel better?"
After 20 seconds of him staring at her in awe, Macey laughed and hopped off of him. Coach was getting frustrated now. Solomon was just chuckling like a boy on Christmas. I was standing in the back of the group, just hoping he wouldn't pick me. Naturally, I wasn't that lucky.
"YOU! UP! NOW! GOODE? ITS TIME TO BEAT AT LEAST ONE OF THESE GIRLS." Coach probably assumed I was the weak link, since I stood in the shadows and tried to go unnoticed by him. As I walked up to the mat, I looked up at Solomon. He seemed serious. He nodded at me, trying to reassure me, even though I knew Zach was the best.
I got to the mat and looked into his deep green eyes. Sparks went through me, but a different kind of sparks. Sparks of determination. I smiled evilly towards him, and his smirk faltered. I guess I was the intimating one now.
I vaguely heard Coach Carey say, "GO!" Though all I wanted to do is beat Zach. Immediately, Zach lunged at me. Based on the performances of his classmates, I saw this coming. I quickly fell into a back handspring, which in the process of getting away from him also kicked his chin up. This didn't seem to delay his attack. This time I ran forward too, which made him think I was going in for a punch. Instead, I slid through his legs, spun on my butt, and kicked the back of his knees causing them to buckle. Instead of falling like I expected, he went into a handstand, getting his vengeance for my handspring attack. Before his feet could return to ground, I grabbed them. Using all my strength, I lifted him from the ground and flung him 5 feet away from me, giving me time to think of my next moves. Zach rebounded up as soon as he could. I decided it was time I became the offense. I ran straight at him, once again, he expected a punch, though of course, he closed his legs. I chuckle at this, and veered off my course at the last second. I circled behind him and leaped right onto his back! He went to leap back and fall onto me, but before he could, I leaped off of him, rolling a different way. Instead, of injuring me, he injured himself. The wind was knocked right out of him. I didn't even have to keep him down for the 15 seconds. Everyone looked at me in awe.
I stooped down to Zach's level and whispered to him,
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall Blackthorne Boy."
