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Chapter 3
I arrived early, staring blankly at a young couple who was blocking the path of the entrance, speaking in low hush murmurs. There was almost a line-up outside, as the other girls waited for the couple to finish their talk. Strange. Why didn't they enter? Were they afraid?
I strode to them to ask and one of them told me that the girl blocking the path didn't let them through. That made me turn to focus my attention on couple again. The girl was rather pretty. She had long pretty shade of white hair. There was something odd about her, though I couldn't quite place my finger on it. The way she was dressed reminded me of myself. Oh gosh---she had on the same t-shirt as me. Wannabe!
I stared at her then, almost dumbfounded. She was tugging onto her boyfriends' arm, urging or pleading for something. Her boyfriend---damn her boyfriend was pretty tall. He had his back to me so I couldn't see his face. Not only that but he wore one of those hooded sweatshirts and he had pulled the hood up to cover his head. There was something about his posture that reminded me of someone. His voice sounded deep and soothing, reminding me of someone again. Who was it…?
Oh wells, too lazy to think. I wasn't going to allow myself to watch any further because I might end up gagging, or to be more precise, I just might end up saying something real stupid and offensive. Instead I approached them, intentionally breaking them apart, and stopping just in front of the door without bothering to look at them. "Excuse me, you're both standing in my way. The closest motel is down the street."
Then I entered, crossing the threshold and preceded to climb the steps leading to the training hall, as the other awaiting girls rushed past me in a hurry. I didn't have the chance to step on the stairs when suddenly someone grabbed my arm and yanked me back harshly.
Next thing I knew, I was fighting for balance and then finding myself staring directly into wannabe's eyes. She didn't look too happy. Her face color changed from a pale ivory into a deeper shade of pink. Gosh, she was angry. She looked very mean. I just discovered something else about her. She had a small rose tattooed just below her ear which made her appear very unlady-like and dangerous.
What did I do wrong? I questioned myself. Dammit, I was only trying to be polite.
"Did you just do that!" she asked, sounding like she was preparing for a btchfest.
She questioned me like I was some child who stole candy from her. How rude was that? "Uh yeah. I did. What kind of question is that?"
She pointed to her face. "Do you know who I am?"
"No, why? Am I suppose to?"
The wannabe only chuckled aloud as she craned her neck to look at her boyfriend who now stood against the wall with his arms folding in front of his chest. The hood concealed his face except for the lower part, showing off his nice chin, not to mention the kissable lips---Gah! What was I thinking? The image he gave off, made me think about coolness. Mysterious and yet cool at the same time. Really, who was this guy?
"You're a funny one, you know that? No one has ever interrupted my conversation or even have the nerve to shove me out of the way like that before. You think you're going to be the first to do so and get away so easily?"
"Like what? Perhaps you can refresh my memory for me because I don't remember interrupting anyone," I looked past her to her boyfriend when I said, "I only remember two annoying dumb-asses standing in my way when I was trying to enter."
With that, I turned around and felt her grip locking on my shoulder. A strong grip it was. And with my fast reflex, I grabbed her arm and then threw her over my shoulder. She landed flat on her back against the floor, staring up to my face.
I only shrugged without an apology and strode past her when suddenly someone else wrapped their arms around my body, putting all their strength against me and I was failing to think of anything to disentangle myself from the person, to prevent myself from feeling helpless. Everything I did was useless at the moment.
Who the hell was it? It couldn't be the girl, she was still sitting on her butt and rubbing at her back. So it had to be her boyfriend! This was unfair!
Feeling childish, I could only think of one thing to do, I stomped on his toes. Well---at least I thought I did but I didn't. Damn bastard made a smart move by moving on time. I was jumping up and down now, forcing him back. Next thing I knew, we both tumbled and fell. Although fate had been slightly kind to us because the stupid steps had supported our fall and then I found myself seated on his lap, with his arms still holding tightly to me.
The first thing I did was turn to look at him. And I suddenly wish I never did…
The hood had fallen from his head. And Ta Da! I was staring into the face that I longed to forget. The one man that haunted me everywhere. The same man who stole my hair and made me keep his. It was the beast who had growled when we first met. The beast had return into my life once again. This time the beast looked more hotter and sober than the last I seen him. He had most of his hair tied back with some strands of his nice hair covering his face, revealing more of his well-defined face.
Arching an eyebrow in uncertainty, he asked, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Gosh, even when he was arching his eyebrow, he made me feel all weird and tingly. Did he always have this kind of affect on women in general? I didn't have to answer that. I already knew the answer.
"No," I answered, looking the other way as I tried to pull free from him but he didn't let go.
"HAOO A-SA-K-U-RA! What are you doing?" came wannabe's voice.
He let go as I was pushing away and that cause me fall onto my bum. "Urgh!"
"Sorry, about that," he apologized as he stood up to offer me his arm.
"Don't waste your energy," I said, getting up and wiping my clothes.
Wannabe ran to Hao's side and glared angrily at me. "I should teach her a lesson, shouldn't I?"
"Maybe you should? I could show you a few lessons myself," I replied, picking up my gym bag.
Wannabe lunged at me but her boyfriend Hao, held her back. "Enough Jeanne. Aren't you late in meeting with your new instructor? Go on ahead upstairs. I can't guarantee that I'll make it back before the session is over."
Oh gosh! Noooooo! This Jeanne was not joining my class!
"But---" Jeanne wanted to protest but Hao had cut her off.
"Go ahead."
Jeanne dropped his arm and shouldered me out of her way before stalking up the stairs. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her childish behavior. "Damn, some people these days are so retarded," I remarked.
I felt his eyes on me and turn to look at him just as he said, "If I were you, I'd prepare myself for Jeanne. She's definitely going to kick your ass once you get up there."
"Whatever," I said, climbing the stairs when I heard him call out from behind me.
"By the way, what you did outside, you're going to pay for that. If Jeanne doesn't make sure of that, than I will."
I stopped at the top of the stairs and crane my head to him. He was still standing there, smiling up at me. I couldn't tell whether he was joking or not, but once I looked at his eyes, it was clear that he had meant it. Who were these people and why did they seem so sure of themselves? Oh gosh, what have I gotten myself into?
Blowing me a kiss, he pulled up his hood again before striding out.
I exhaled slowly, trying to comprehend what the heck just happened. So this was it. The nervous feeling that had been bothering me when I woke up...
I was going to get my ass kicked today.
During the session, my instructor had introduced Jeanne to everyone. She was already a black belt and she wasn't bad considering she took down each and everyone of the girls, hence leaving marks and bruises on them. All except for me. I wasn't allowed to join in on the session because I was late. I had to watch from the side-line in frustration. I could have left. I wanted to. But then that would make me look like a coward. If Jeanne had the impression that she was going to kick my butt in the session than she was wrong. In a weird way, I was disappointed because I wanted my to feel my fist against her face. That little snot thought she a professional, offering advice and lending a hand to those who were at a lower rank than her. I hated her and I hate her stupid boyfriend too.
When the session was finally over, I had a little talk with my instructor who advised me not to be late again or else he would have to let me go. After the little tiring lecture, I went into the change room to change out of my uniform. Everyone had left and I was alone. Or at least I thought I was alone until someone had kicked my gym bag off the bench when I was about to pick it up.
I lifted my head to find Jeanne with her arms folded in front of her in a challenging stance. "What you looking at btch?"
"Some skinny little prick who's about to get her head crush," I replied, kicking her feet off the bench and watched as she stumbled.
"That's it!" she nearly screamed as she lunged at me, wanting to throw a fast and quick punch but I dodged it, leaving her to punching nothing but air.
I hopped onto the other side of the bench. "You know, I was watching you from the side-line. And I have a question to ask. How in the hell did you get your black belt?
She kicked at me then and I jumped back, reaching for my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
"If you're so good, why are you dodging my attacks?" she asked, looking more pissed off.
"Because it makes you look stupid," I answered.
Right then the door burst opened. Sara and Daniel entered in a hurry and spotted me. Sara looked concerned while Daniel looked disappointed.
"Anna, you're not going to believe who's waiting outside for---" Sara stopped once she saw Jeanne.
Daniel also froze.
Everyone was quiet and I knew that they recognized Jeanne. "What is going on?" I asked Sara.
"Oh sht. Anna, you're in sht!" shouted Daniel.
Jeanne only smiled.
Sara looking scared, nudging at Daniel's arm. "Daniel, you think we could catch a ride with the instructor? I bet he wouldn't mind dropping us at home."
My stupid siblings were always evading my questions. "I'm not going to ask again, dammit, tell me!"
"That's Killer Rose Jeanne!" Daniel shouted out.
Looking Jeanne over, I finally understood the significance of her tattoo. "And?"
Jeanne appeared offended.
"She's a member of one of the biggest street gangs in Isumo! Known as The-the-the Black Dragons," stuttered my brother.
Gang? I messed with a gang member? Okay now I was a little intimidated. Trying to cover my fear, I said, "And?"
This time it was Sara who answered, "You dummy! We came in here to warn you because twelve of them are waiting outside for you!"
My heart suddenly leaped in fear. One was enough. Now I had to deal with a dozen. Where was the justice in this? "How do you know they're waiting for me, and not Jeanne?"
"Because sis, they asked for you. The leader name Hao Asakura, questioned us about you."
A leader. Oh man. He was a leader of a gang? "And what did you tell him?"
"That we have nothing to do with you. Only that we wanted to speak to the instructor."
Family. When you need them, they're never there for you.
"If they're here. Why don't we go settle this outside?" asked Jeanne.
Sara shifted her attention to Jeanne, noticing the t-shirt. "Hey you have on the same t-shirt as---"
I faced Jeanne. "Settle what? What is there to settle?"
"To prove to you that we're not to mess with."
Daniel tugged on my shirt, leaning close to ask. "Why did you have to wear the same t-shirt as her? Now you're really in for it."
Could it really be over the same t-shirt? Nah, it couldn't be. Let's see. I sort of shoved her aside. I toss her over my shoulder and I kicked her feet. I sat on her boyfriend's lap. And lastly, I wore the same t-shirt as her. Pretty reasonable reasons to get the crap beaten out of.
I laughed to hide my fear. "You know this is the stupidest situation I've ever been in."
"No, it's not. Remember the time when you were younger and you peed in your---"
I slapped Daniel at the back of his head to get him to shut up.
Jeanne strode towards me and said, "It is stupid when you think about it. But remember it was your own stupidity that got us into this situation."
Reaching for my arm, she dragged me out of the change room, down the hallway and then down the stairs and then outside, to where all of the other members awaited us.
I nearly choked on my own saliva once I saw that all of them were male. I had to admit, most of them were pretty good-looking. Though it was Hao who stood out boldly, with an unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips, he sat on his motor bike, appearing like he had practiced the posture many times before.
He removed the cigarette from his mouth to say, "Guys, there's our leading lady of the moment."
Jeanne dropped my arm and ran over to Hao's side. "Thanks for coming."
"Foolish Jeanne, he wasn't talking about you. He was speaking of the Tae Kwon Do girl, who's about to get her ass kicked," came the retort from the cute guy with short spiked up white hair, standing next to .
"Shut up, Henry!"(can't think of any names suit for this character)
Henry reached out to mess up Jeanne's hair and she slapped his hand away.
I was baffled and somewhat fascinated by these gang members. "So, am I getting my butt kicked here?"
"No," answered Hao.
"Then where?"
He didn't look at me when he said, "You'll have to come with us."
"And if I don't?"
He grinned. "Then you'll get your butt kicked here."
Wah! So I had no choice. It was either get my butt kicked elsewhere or get it over and done with here. And where were my stupid siblings? Least they could do was call on the cops for me---and oh yeah, the ambulance too!
Note: hows that?.. thanks readers.. if ur still wif me.. XD cuz I noe it aint that exciting on the last chappiee.. ENJOYYY
