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Cheng's P.O.V

Avoid the punch, avoid the kick.

SHIT! I was not able to avoid the flip.

I quickly jumped up and faced my friend Sho.

"AHHH!" I yelled as I leaped at him and kicked him right in the face.

It did not seem to have much effect on him, he quickly got back up.

"Cheng, what is wrong with you today?" Master Li asked me in Chinese.

To tell the truth, I did not know what was wrong with me. My concentration was very bad. Ever since I met Dre earlier this afternoon, he was all I was thinking about, but why?

My day dreaming made me get hit in the stomach, then the face. Before I knew it I was on the ground. Sho had his hand raised and was ready to use it. I dodged the hit and easily flipped our positions to where I was on top of him. I hovered over him and raised my fist in the air and brought it down onto his face as hard as I could. He yelped in pain.

"Cheng." Master Li said coldly. He motioned for me to walk towards him. I sighed and got off of my buddy.

What could I of possibly done to get into trouble? I pinned him down, I didn't hesitate to smack him.

I slowly made my way over to Master Li. He stood up and stared at me. He slowly raised his hand in the air. I winced, waiting for the smack to come.

BAM!

I fell to the floor, holding onto my face. I hardly ever get smacked. I haven't been smacked in over a year by Master Li. I'm his best student.

Master Li walked around and spoke in Chinese. "You must always be focused, otherwise you are giving your enemy the chance to strike you."

I slowly got up, still holding my face. It hurt a lot...but I am use to pain. I receive a lot of pain from my father.

He turned back to me.

"You were very unfocused today, I am calling your father."

My friends immediately had pleading looks on their faces. They all knew the situation with my father.

"Cheng, are you going to be alright?" Sho asked as we were walking home. "Master Li already called your father, I overheard the conversation they had."

"And?" I smirked.

"It is bad." He replied.

"Tell me something I do not already know." I laughed. He grabbed my arm.

"How do you find this funny? I for one do not think it is funny and I am the one without the abusive father." He spat.

I sighed. "Either way, I am going to get a beating. I might as well laugh my way through it instead of freaking out and worrying."

Sho hesitated, then let go of my arm.

"If you want to, sneak out after it and come over to my house, like you use to do when we were younger." Sho told me.

I nodded.

"I can take care of myself."

I stood in front of my house, staring at the door knob. This door is the passage way to hell.

The sooner I get it over with, the better.

I sighed and opened the door.

My father was sitting on his chair, reading a book.

"Master Li tells me you have not been focusing in class, that you let yourself get hit and flipped."

"I let myself get hit by you all of the time, are you really that surprised?" I thought to myself. Like I would actually find the courage to say that out loud.

"Sorry." I said.

"Go to your room, I will be there with my belt in a minute."

I sighed and walked into my room.

I know the routine.

Take off my shirt.

Take off my pants.

Leave boxers on.

And prey that he will not do anything to my face.

He wasn't always like this. He use to be a very loving father.

The kind of father that would kiss you when you were crying from falling off your bike.

The kind of father that tucked you in at night and read you a story.

The kind of father that gave you a pep talk when you lost at the tournament.

But than my mother died when I was ten and everything went downhill from there.

My father walked in immediately starting beating me with his belt.

Dre's P.O.V

"First day of school, Dre!" My mom yelled.

"Gee, great." I wasn't all that upset about going to school...because I would get to see Cheng.

"Do you have your uniform on?"

"Yes, mom."

My mom was wanting to walk me to school and meet the principle. My response was HELL NO!

Well...okay...it was 'no'.

I grabbed my skateboard and made my way the Beijin.

You know one way I know I'm lazy? I grab onto the back of cars and they pull me through the town.

I found the school and jumped off my skateboard.

"Dude! Hey!" Harry yelled running up to me.

"Hey, sup?"

He started talking but I tuned him out as soon as I saw Cheng from a distance.

Once of his friends were massaging his shoulders while another friend was lightly caressing his back. He was wincing.

What's wrong with him?

I didn't see Cheng after that. I was a bit disappointed.

Maybe I would see him at lunch.

The bell rang for lunch and I got up at made my way to the cafeteria. Today hasn't been so bad. I've made a few friends and all the Chinese girls were going all flirty CRAZY of me. They. Like. Americans.

I walked over to the lunch line and observed the food.

"How am I suppose to..." I then noticed the chopsticks.

I remember when my dad was alive, we would go out every weekend at our favorite Chinese restaurant. My dad knew how to use chopsticks so well while me and my mom would struggle every time.

Prepare for more struggling.

I must of been there for about a good 5 minutes trying to figure out how to get the food on my plate.

Then I felt someone lightly tug on my hair, and I heard the sweetest voice ever say "Hi!".

I turned to also see the sweetest smile.

"Cheng...hey." I said, trying to hide how excited I was to see him.

He looked me up and down.

"You know." He said while grabbing a plate. "We only wear uniforms on uniform day."

I looked around and noticed how everyone was dressed in normal clothes.

"Shit." I said.

Cheng giggled.

He grabbed some chopsticks and started putting food on my plate for me.

"Thanks...me and chopsticks don't really get along well."

He smiled at me and started putting food on his plate.

"Were you okay this morning?" I blabbed. "You looked like you were in pain, and your friends were like...massaging you and stuff."

"I am fine." He said quickly. "Just a little sore from practice yesterday."

We got our lunch and walked around the cafeteria.

"No seats left." I said.

"Let's just take our food outside." He said.

"There are no tables outside dude, and my mom said if you eat standing up...it gives you gas."

"You're funny." He giggled.

Cheng walked over to a table and slammed his plate down. Anyone who was at the table got up and ran away. He turned around and smiled at me.

"I got us a table!"

I stood there in shock.

"Dude! You can't just kick people off a table!"

He shrugged.

I walked over and sat down.

"So where are your friends?"

"I am not really sure."

I took a good look at him and...shit...he had a black eye.

For some reason I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head up.

"What the fuck happened to your face, man?" I asked.

"Calm down, American. I ran into a pole."

"Dude, I'm not that stupid."

"Are you sure about that?"

"What happened?"

"I ran into a pole."

"...interesting pole." I mumbled. "Dude, that's a black eye."

Maybe it's a possibility that he did run into a pole. From what I have been told he is the Kung Fu champ. I don't think anyone could get even close to harming him like that.

"What did you say your mother's job was?" He asked.

Ah, quite the little subject changer.

"She works for a car factory."

"And your father?"

"He...he died."

There was silence.

"Sorry...my mother died when I was ten, she had cancer." Cheng said softly.

At least my dad didn't have to suffer. He died quick in a car crash. But Cheng's mother had to suffer.

"I'm sorry, Cheng." I said.

"No, it is okay...she's...uh...in a better place now, right?"

I nodded.

After school we decided to go hang out at the park again. His friends joined us but as soon as they got there they wanted to play basketball. Cheng and I sat down on the same bench we sat on yesterday.

I kept having the urge to touch him.

I wanted to touch his face.

Without thinking I rubbed my fingers over the bruise. He stared at me but didn't say anything. I was touching his face as gently as I possibly could, being careful not to hurt him.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly. I quickly pulled my hand away.

"Nothing, man. Just checking out the bruise." I said. I noticed there was a pole next to the bench we sat on. "Was in that pole?"

"Ha ha, very funny." Cheng said. He got up and grabbed my skateboard.

"You know how to ride a skateboard, right?"

"No, never learned."

"Are you sure you want to do that then?"

"How hard could it be?" He said as he stepped on it. As soon as it started moving he lost his balance. And I swear, like a freaking ninja, I was up racing to him. He fell into my arms.

"A bit harder than you thought huh?" I asked. He jerked himself.

"Dre." I love it when he says my name with that thick accent of his. "Help me."

"Help you...with what?" I asked.

He pouted.

He put one foot on the skateboard. "Help me." He repeated.

Well, he was just absolutely adorable when he whined.

I walked over and reached for his hand. He slowly layed his hand in mine. I took a moment to wrap his hand in mine, to feel the warmth.

"Put your other foot on the skateboard." I said. He looked at me wide eyed, but did it. I immedietly grabbed onto his other hand. "Here we go!"

"You only fell once." I told Cheng. We were laying down on the cool grass now. "That's pretty good for someone who...sucks."

He reached out his hand and the back of his hand smacked me in the face.

"Ah hell nah, you did NOT just hit me in the face, I'mma bout to get my homies from Detroit to fly out here just to teach you a lesson." I joke.

"...what is a 'homies'?" He asked.

Again, I couldn't help but laugh when he is confused by American slang. "A HOMIE! Is like a friend."

"Oh...aight bra." He said, trying to immitate me. That had me laughing harder.

It took me about 5 minutes to stop laughing.

"Don't you gotta go train?" I said looking at my cell phone. It was 3:42.

"Master Li cancled training for today, I think he has a family thing." Cheng said.

"What really happened to your eye?" I asked. Now I was being a subject changer.

"Training." He sighed. "I got hit in the face."

"Looks like they decked you pretty hard."

"Maybe you should not enroll in our class, forget what I said yesterday, Dre." He told me.

"Whaaaat man! I was seriously considering doin it."

"Yes, but, you would not like my class. Very strict master, very rough fighting."

"You think I can't handle it?"

"I did not say that...but yes."

I wanted to do it. I wanted to impress him with how fast of a learner I can be. I wanted to impress him with my mad moves. Most of all, I just wanted to be able to spend more time with him.

"Besides, it will not be so easy getting into my class. You have to actually be able to already do Kung Fu."

"...hey, I have an idea." I beamed. He shifted his body to where he was laying on his side, looking at me. "What if you teach me?"

That way, more time with him.

"I suppose I could, If I can find the time. Under one condition."

I blinked.

"Teach me how to dance?" He asked.

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