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I turned around to face the students, and there were curious stares printed on each of their faces.
Yes, I'd just taken down Sandra in one smooth move, and they must be wondering who I was and what special powers lay hidden in my garment, but truth be told. I had no special powers nor do I have any wolf abilities that could have aided in my fighting skills. It was just all me.
If this fight had allowed everyone to use their wolf powers, firstly my cover would have been blown across the entire school that I was wolfless.
Secondly, I might not have stood a chance against a student who could shift into their wolf and also knows how to fight too, and in Sandra's case, I just got lucky with her despite how strong she was.
Thirdly, I was going to be an easy target in school. Everyone would want to pick me as their object of ridicule and I can't afford for that to happen.
I need to harness my fighting skills and grow stronger
So, in this case, kicking Sandra's ass was a good choice.
“How strong is she?” I heard one of the students mutter.
“She just beat Sandra's ass like it's nothing for the second time, she must be so strong,” another added.
The trainer stepped forward, his eyes on me, “And now we have our winner, Millicent,” he smiled at me and I acknowledged with a nod.
I was about to go to the winning team when loud gasps emanated from the students.
“You f*****g b***h!”
I turned around to see what was happening.
It was Sandra… she had embraced her wolf slightly. Her claws were out in the open, impatient to drive themselves into my skin and her eyes had turned a lighter shade of red.
Her face was red with fury. I had just beaten her and embarrassed her in front of everyone, so, it was expected.
I stayed glued to my spot, wondering what she would do. For some reason, I knew what she was going to do, perhaps I was just being too arrogant to think I would defeat her in that state again. A second thought told me to run but no, that would plant doubts in people, and that would tag me as a clown.
My brows furrowed.
I turned to face her squarely, balancing my feet strongly on the ground and raising my arms forward in the air, I balled my hands into a first.
“Bring it on,” I ignited, fuelling her anger, and she dashed forward.
Shit!
She was damn fast… way too, faster than when we fought yesterday. Was she hiding her full powers before?
A sense of doubt crossed my mind, just when I thought she was aiming for my face, she disappeared into thin air and reappeared at my back in a flash.
No!
I wasn't going to make it, I tried to turn, but I was too slow to make it on time and just when I was pretty sure she was going to hit me, someone stepped between us and grabbed Sandra's hand.
“Didn't I make mention of not using one's wolf's ability?” It was Ralph, the trainer. His voice was cold and stern.
I released a breath.
Jeez! That was close…
Sandra calmed down, her claws caving in, “But that b***h—”
“You are disqualified,” Ralph shunned, and Sandra snapped her gaze to him, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“What?”
“Because I used foul language?” she glared at the trainer, and I rolled my eyes.
Seriously?
“No because you broke the rule by using your wolf,” Ralph uttered.
“But we were done with our match,” she argued.
“Exactly? Why then do you have to get back at her after losing?” Trainer Ralph retorted, and I was loving him already.
Sandra scoffed, yanking her hands from him. She flickered her gaze at me and I could feel the hate emanating from her core.
Our eyes held on to each other longer than they should, with each of us stubborn enough not to look away or back out but then Sandra retreated. I made sure of that.
She turned around and stormed out of the hall.
I sighed and rubbed my temple.
Those were not just any looks, but they were threats and warnings that I was in serious trouble.
“I must commend you for your fighting skill earlier, that was amazing.” Trainer Ralph turned to me. There was a small smile tugging at the far end of his lips.
“Good job, Milicent,” he patted my right arm slightly before he walked away.
Good job?
Someone finally appraised me, unlike my father who always told me I needed to push harder—to push past my limit.
I was being acknowledged and a surge of fulfillment filled me to put in my best the more.
I was still lost in my thoughts when I noticed the twins surrounding me. I tried to walk away from them, but greeny eyes blocked my path, and he smirked at me.
“You are interesting, I would give you that,”
"Mind telling us where you learned to fight so good, pumpkin?” he asked amusingly, c*****g his head and folding his arm over his chest.
For the century, I would love to know his name. I knew the name of his other twin, who was staring at me like a creep.
Zayne.
I tried to move again, but greeny eyes blocked my path once more and he grinned. He was starting to get on my nerves.
I snapped my eyes at him. “If you would please excuse me, I have other things to do,” I spoke through my teeth.
“Come on, why don't you enjoy the attention we are giving you not many girls are privileged to even talk to us,” he smirked.
“Yeah, right,” I scoffed.
“Xander, you are up next,” Trainer Ralph called, and he looked behind me.
Cool… Xander, it is.
“I guess it's my turn now,” he moved closer to me, and I wondered what he wanted to do.
He lowered himself and leaned forward to the side of my face. “You are welcome to watch,” he whispered into my ear, brushing his lips against my earlobe slightly, and I shuddered.
I gasped, almost flinching away from him.
He chuckled at my reaction and straightened himself, his height towered over me as he walked past me.
Why did I just react that way?
Then I realized his twin was still staring at me.
“What?” I snapped at him. He didn't say anything, instead he just walked after Xander.
I sighed and walked out of the hall.
I need to catch a break.
“Hey!”
“Hey!!” I kept on walking when someone tapped my arm and I screeched to a halt.
I turned my head over my shoulder sharply, and I saw it was the red-haired girl from earlier who tried to help me when Sandra pushed me to the ground.
I frowned.
How persistent could she be?
“Uhm, Hi…” she said nervously, an anxious smile following after.
“I-I… I'm Fiona,” she introduced, and I rolled my eyes in response.
Call me rude, but my nerves were all over the place at the moment.
I seriously do need a break, I'm not even joking.
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