If the X-Games had Dodgeball, It'd be like this

Max, he swore he had met her before. Her name tasted familiar on his tongue. When she bumped into him, he had felt that body heat once already. Her strawberry smell was hair he had smelled in another memory. Her voice was the same, soothing sound he heard in his dreams.

Walking out of the locker room for third period gym he smiled when she walked out in time with him from the girl's locker room. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail with her eyes on the wooden floor. He observed her up and down, long legs in black soccer shorts, a white shirt that followed the curve of her sides and the flat of her stomach, and black converse that curved just under her ankles.

Max's eyes lifted off the ground to land on him. He smirked when a deep red formed on her cheeks. She casually walked over to him, slightly standing on the balls of her feet as if she didn't spend much time standing on earth but flying in the air.

A grin spread across her pale lips as her brown eyes peaked up at him past long, black lashes. She was beautiful for someone who didn't try. "You're going down in dodgeball today Fang." He wanted her to say his name again but she might think him strange if he did.

Fang smiled and shrugged as if he heard a girl like her threaten him before. He noticed the curve of muscle in her arms and legs. Max was not to be underestimated, he noted. He liked the idea that she was so strong.

"Fang," a voice shrilled his name. His eyes went wide with shock as someone wrapped their arms around him. He was ready to attack as thought she was the enemy. Her voice echoed off the high walls of the gym. He caught the smile of Max as she held back laughter. He narrowed his eyes a bit letting her know that the war was on.

It probably didn't work though because he was smiling wide.

I walked over to Nudge to avoid talking to Brigid. She was coiling herself around Fang like a snake does its prey. She seemed to be too old to be in high school. I assumed it was because of the way she dressed.

Nudge was glaring at them for me. Apparently they mixed freshmen and sophomores into gym classes to include variety. I kept my back to them. That didn't mean I couldn't still remember Fang. He was wearing black basketball styled shorts and a black shirt. He had very obvious leg muscles and his arms flexed when he crossed his arms.

"Relax Nudge," I felt like I was dealing with a Scottish Terrier who was looking for a fight. Don't get me wrong, Nudge probably had better self control than I did but she looked like she could seriously hurt someone. In her short pink shorts and white tee shirt, she revealed her slim leg and arm muscles as if she did occasional weight lifting even though her fancy nails suggested otherwise.

"Sorry," Nudge blinked and stared at me. "By the way, you handle yourself pretty well around Fang. He was smiling…a lot. Brigid is trying to get him to take his eyes off of you and on to her but it's not working. Mmm Hmmad-," at that point I had to cover Nudge's mouth so she would get the idea to stop.

"I told him to watch out because I'm going to kick his ass at dodgeball," I informed her as if I hadn't really done anything. What was I saying? I HADN'T done anything to gain any special attention from him. When I removed my hand she started breathing as if I had been strangling her. Nudge had informed me in the locker room that first day tradition was dodgeball. I wondered if I ever would remember if any of my schools did that first day tradition.

Our gym teacher, who was like the dude from the Terminator with blonde hairs and less steroids, split us up into two groups. An old memory kind of rebooted the rules in my head so I knew exactly what to do. So I had played dodgeball once before or at least had heard of the rules. To my horror, Brigid was on my team. To my advantage Fang wasn't so I could try and hit him with a ball. Nudge was on my team which was pretty cool.

We started on opposite ends with the balls lined up on the center court line. When our teacher blew his whistle, I ran at full speed at the ball in the center. I was one of the first at line grabbing a ball. Nudge and Fang were the only ones about as fast as me. Everyone else was half way there by the time I was backing from the line.

I watched as Fang went for Nudge. She ducked easily and the ball smacked Brigid in the face. Brigid stomped her foot and pouted. "Fang!" She whined as she walked off the court. If she had cried I would've burst out laughing and fallen on the floor. Fang was too busy to notice her as I threw a ball at him. When he dodge a kid behind him took the hit and fell to the ground. I didn't think I threw it that hard. I shrugged it off and assumed the kid tripped at the same time.

Nudge and I cleared off Fang's team pretty fast until he was the only one left. Unfortunately, he had single handedly wiped out our team except for the two of us. He threw about mid-waist straight at Nudge when she turned to stare at me and smile in victory. The ball hit right at her hip and she complained. "Fang! That hurt!" But she took it proudly and walked off the court.

Now it was just me and him.

We both had a ball and were staring each other down. It reminded me of a western movie. The last draw until the end. I couldn't lost- not because Fang couldn't wing but because I didn't want to lose. I have at least one competitive bone in my body. Survival of the fittest comes to play here too.

Fang whipped the ball, everyone watched. The whistle was bound to sound for us to go back and change for the rest of the school day. My hand deflected the ball up and in the air away from me. I had to catch it and get Fang out or I would lose. I heard people take their breath in as I rolled my shoulders and dove. For the most part, as my body was vertical with the floor, I felt like I was flying. I missed it, as if I had flown before but I couldn't remember.

Then, the ball fell into my grasp and I held on with dear life. My knees and elbows scraped across the gym floor. I shut my eyes and smiled in victory. A whistle rang through my ears followed by our teacher's yell, "Hit the showers!" Though, technically, no one used the showers as Nudge explained before.

I turned over and observed my elbows and knees. Somehow, I had gone through worse but my mind hurt trying to remember when. A shadow loomed over me and the figure laughed before saying, "Ouch." Fang had a smile on his face, it was small but I understood this was someone else's tooth bearing grin for him.

I smirked, glad to be the winner, "It was worth it." He rolled his eyes and held out his hands to help me. Normally, I would've rejected them but I had the best game of my life. I could see the competitive side that hated he lost to me. Gym class would be interesting if we were always on opposite teams.

When our hands connected something strange happened. I realized it was the first time my skin had touched his. Pulsing through his palms into mine, I felt a shock shooting up and down my spine. He pulled me up as if Iwas nothing and when I was firmly on the ground, we still didn't let go. His knuckled stroked my arms as my hands wrapped around his forearms. I stood up on my toes and he leaned down. My lips parted and I felt his breath on my cheek. My eyes partially closed but I could still see him coming closer.

"Loretts, Ride, I said hit the showers!" We broke apart fast as if we had been smacked back into reality. Some who had changed already stared at us in question. "What the hell was that?" I muttered as I kept my head low and entered the locker room. I began cursing and judging myself but so harshly because of one thing.

Fang had felt it too.

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