Chapter VIII - Seek.
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Ignoring the sting of pain in her calves, she tighten her hold around his neck — his right arm in her clenched hands, preventing him from escape.
She wasn’t going to let him go unless he surrendered to her — and she most likely wasn’t going to make it easy to escape.
His free arm pounced on her left thigh jabbing it as much strength he could master, his body wiggling against the mat like a dying worm.
Squeezing her legs even tighter than before the boy gasped lacking breath — pride would be the death of him. His face had completely gone pale, his breath rigid.
With a sigh she released the fool — he couldn’t just have surrendered — men.
Kicking him aside she rolled off the mat, her wrinkly shorts dropping down to their original state as she stood — arms sore, legs aching, tired and dehydrated.
Taking a glance at the wheezing seventeen year old boy, back pressed against the mat — his wet brown hair drenched clinging to his forehead, a shirt full of sweat.
Sighing once again she looked away from the boy to her own shirt. Sweat drenched around her chest and beneath her arms — drenched circles, stinky and wet.
It would have ended a while ago but he had to be too prideful, not wanting to loose to a girl — more less one two years younger then him.
Walking over to her bag on the bench, she gripped her water bottle and took a huge chug out of it.
“You get better each day I see you and he must have been a tough cookie to crack.”
Wiping off the water dripping from the tips of her lips with her palms, she smiled. She sealed the bottle cap before tossing it into her bag.
Facing her, blonde hair tied into a tight ponytail — a navy blue uniform comprising of well fitted pants and zipped up jacket — the white tank top peeping through the upper top of the Jacket, a bit unzipped.
She looked professional — navy blue suited her a lot better than the black uniform before.
“Thanks mum, just trying to keep up. Don’t even get me started — I think I bruised his ego.” she mumbled taking a minor glance at the boy she fought.
“It’s General Frost to you soldier.” the woman teased wiggling her eyebrows. “And you are our youngest and finest plus a woman.”
She hadn’t missed a single beat or lied about it at all — Deni was an excellent fighter, one of the best.
“Mum suits you better.” taking a step closer she pecked her mother’s cheek fondly. “I’ll be going now.”
“Skylar and Loona?”
Nodding she threw her bag over her left shoulder. “Yeah we’re going to do something ‘fun’ they say.” she spoke placing a bit more emphasis on the word — it was obvious she had been dragged.
“Who planned it this time?” she questioned staring her in the eyes.
Tilting her head a bit to the side, one arm hand gripping the bag strap she raised an eyebrow — her mother obviously knew who but she still answered.
“Most likely Skylar — it has to be here.”
“About Skylar, she has told me stuff... About and —” she was a bit nervous then she hoped, she had no simple way to put it or ask — maybe Skylar lied, yet she still wanted to know. staring back at her daughter she smiled, “I mean I’ve seen it and ignored it. What I’m trying to say is, you would tell me if it happened, wouldn’t you?”
Deni knew her friend Skylar told her mother almost everything, just that this time she didn’t know what she was referring to.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she scratched her earlobe a bit uncertain. “I don’t know what you meant, but yeah I think I’d probably tell you if you had my arm behind my back, pinning me to the wall — forcing it out of me.” she murmured.
The woman shook her head and laughed. “Skylar told me you did that to her once.”
“She was hiding something, I had to find out.” Deni shrugged, and she hadn’t quiet regretted it — Skylar deserved that for hiding stuff from her and to add on the fact she didn’t like surprises.
“She was hiding your birthday surprise!” the woman argued with a wide grin.
“I apologized after.”
“Yeah, she said it.” letting a second slip by she studied her daughter, her laugh, the smiled — so happy. “Do you like Loona?” she bluntly asked.
“What kind of question is that, of course I do.”
Shaking her head she asked again, clearly making it more clear. “Not like that — more than a friend?”
“Like a cousin?” she joked.
Pinching the bridge of her nose the woman sighed. “You always find the wrong time to joke around. Please answer me.”
“I do but we’re only friends I swear.” the girl nervously laughed staring down to her feet.
“You could be more than that.” her mother beamed taking her by surprise.
Furrowing her eyebrows she stared at her mother. “But—”
“Just ask her, now run along child.” pushing her towards the door she waved her off, a big smile on face — her mother certainly knew something but she didn’t ask, rather just walked away.
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