Author's note: I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST A NEW CHAPTER! I was travelling (it was awesome, btw), and when I came back, so did my classes, and sine then it's been harder to write... but I hope this chapter makes up for that... I hope you guys like it (: xOxO P.S.: Again, sorry for any grammar problems, my english is awful, and please tell me if something's wrong!

- Today we're gonna learn some karate moves. - Said our fighting teacher.

We just had our Resistance meeting, and now I'm in my workout clothes, in the best part of my week (which is not that big deal, since my week sucked), the fight training.

After our talk, Whit took me to my place, and slept on my couch. The talk really made me feel better, but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous around B. now. He hasn't looked at me once. But I was being serious: I can wait for him. So, for now, I'll just try to concentrate on the training.

The teacher showed us the moves, and we repeated them a few times. I always loved fight training, but hitting an imaginary enemy really felt awesome. It was just so good to let all of my anger and tension out... I could do this all day.

- Ok, keep doing it, I'll walk by you, seeing if you're making it right! - Said our teacher.

Our teacher is this strong guy, a few years older than us, and he's kinda cute. We never had anything, but I can't complain about the view, just saying...

I was doing the karate moves he showed us, and he walked by me, and said:

- Your kick is a little low, you have to put your hips in the movement. Here, let me show you. - The teacher said, showing me how to do it. I did it, but it didn't come out as he wanted.

- It's better, but you're not using your hips. - He said. - Excuse me. - And then he touched my hips, controlling my movements.

As he did that, my kick came out better. I smiled.

- Now you got it! - The teacher said smiling too. - Keep doing it, so you can really catch it! - and then he continued walking between us.

I kept doing it, when I noticed Byron watching me discreetly. I pretended I didn't see him, but he stopped either way.

A few minutes later, the teacher said:

- That's ok, now pair up so you can train a little together!

That's when occurred to me that my usual partner was Byron. I turned to Whit, but he and Janine were already together. Actually, everyone was with their usual friends. Except for me. I looked awkwardly to Byron, and said:

- It's ok, I'm leaving anyway... lots to do...
- Wait, you don't have to... - Byron stuttered.
- It's fine... - I said, looking to the floor.
- No, really, we can do this... - He said. He was looking down too, but he sounded sicere. Or maybe I wanted him to be saying this sincerely, I don't know.
- ...are you sure? - I said.
- ...of course. - He said, still looking at everything but me.

We got closer, and it took us a couple seconds to move. To figure out what to do, to be honest... But we trained. In these last months, both of us have gotten so much better that now we can have a fair fight. I'm so focused that I even forget we're not talking for a moment. Just for a moment.

It's been a few minutes, and now both of us were able reach a good rhythm, althought I have a certain advantage for being faster. That doesn't mean he's not a good fighter: when the fight requires strenght, he really beats me up (not in a violent way, don't get me wrong). A some point, my moves make him walk back until he gets cornered. He tries to deffend himself by immobilizing my arms, and it's successfull. He grabs my elbows and pulls it, until my arms are firmly locked around he's waist. He looks really proud of himself, until he realizes that it looks like we're hugging. I notice it too, and stop fighting him immediately, with a weird look on my face... It almost seems like I'm worried about his reaction. And I really am.

He lets my arms down, and looks to the floor again. I do it too. God, this is so awkward.

- So... I think I should go... - He says, almost whispering.
- Ok... - I say in the same tone.

He turns back in a weird way, like he's lost, grabs his backpack, and leaves without a word. He risks a look back to me, but it doesn't last long. Watching him go away, I whisper to myself:

- I miss you... - and seat on the corner, waiting for the training to end.