A month later…
It's been great for us since Fang got to school. He's my bestest friend now and I'm his. He knows everything about me and I know about him. Weird how you can get to know someone in a month. Sometimes, I would catch him staring at me during class. And during P.E. he watched Iggy and me during class. It's his free period I mean. For example, right now, he's watching me. I waved at him and he gave me a smile.
My heart fluttered and I blushed. My feelings have changed too. I get weird feelings when I'm with him. Whatever.
"Alright, ladies, we're doing hand to hand combat!" shouted the coach. He calls girls and boys "ladies."
"Max! You first! Choose a partner!" he said to me. I stepped onto the mat. I love doing hand to hand combat. Especially with my gym clothes. A grey t-shirt with the school's name and mascot on it with Adidas soccer pants and soccer shoes without the spikes.
I removed my shoes, leaving me in my socks. I looked at the classroom. Apparently no one wanted to fight me. My eyes landed on someone. A red haired girl, who was texting. I grinned wickedly.
"Lissa," I said.
"What?" she said, looking up.
"I want to fight you," she changed her P.E. class to mine, because she knew Fang would be here, and she thought he would check her out. That'll happen when my Scottie-dog, Total, talks. She glared at me and gave her phone to her friends. She took off her shoes too, leaving her in her socks.
"Now don't kill her Max," said Iggy. Lissa gulped and the class laughed. I cracked my knuckles and got in a fighting stance. Her first P.E. class with me and she's going to go back to her class.
The coach blew his whistle. Lissa swung her fist at me, I gripped it and flipped her. She landed on her back with a thud. She yelped.
"Get up! Loser runs ten laps!" shouted the coach. I examined my nails, acting bored, she sung her fist again I caught it, kicked her side, making her fall on her knees. She whimpered. I punched her face three times.
"Is this aloud?!" asked Bridgid, her best friend.
"Oh yes it is!" answered the coach. Lissa was on her back now, I was on top of her, my forearm rested on her throat. She struggled, but she's very, very weak. The coach blew his whistle. I stood up kicked her once more and got my shoes. She screamed and got on my back. I kicked her so hard she fell off me.
I punched her lights out. I looked at her hideous face. She started getting a black eye, a lot of bruises, and a swollen bottom lip. The class cheered and whooped very loud. The coach smiled at me. He hates Lissa too. I looked at Fang, he gave me two-thumbs up. After P.E. I waited for Iggy, Fang walked up to me.
"Nice," he said and slapped me high five.
"Someone needed to teach her a lesson," I said. He smiled and nodded. My heart went on turbo mode again, dammit! Just then my hero came to the rescue. Iggy ran up to us, in his gym clothes.
"Awesome job sending her to the nurse office, without a detention slip," he said. I slapped high five with him and headed to English class.
"Today's homework is making a poster board with a partner about a famous dead author, it's due in two days" said Mrs. Terry. We groaned.
"At least we get to choose our partner," said Joey, a kid with a knit sweater, brown combed hair, and khaki pants. Every one of the football players threw paper balls at him. Which was like ten students.
"Detention to you! And I don't care if you have practice after school," chastised the teacher. I held back my laugh.
"Choose your author, and I need a show of hands," she said. People raised their hands. Iggy was partner with Nudge, they chose Jonathan Swift. Someone threw a paper ball at me. I turned around and saw Fang looking at me. What? I mouthed. Read the note, he mouthed back. I sighed and did.
Partners?
I looked back at him and nodded. I wrote something back and threw it at him.
Shakespeare?
Fang read it and nodded. I raised my hand.
"Yes?"
"Shakespeare, and my partner is Fang," I said. She smiled and nodded, writing it down.