How To Bake A Fighter

Chapter 8: The Wrong Mix

*Lucas*

I stood frozen beside Jamie looking at the now sprinting Tyler towards us. Without even slowing down, Tyler slams into Jamie, like a massive monster senior linebacker, into the opposing teams' new quarterback. A powerful whoosh went through the air as he passed me and in seconds I heard a collection of heavy thuds followed by a low pain-filled groan. I turned to see them both laid out on the floor mat. I'm pretty sure that it is the same 100% made Lego mat that I clung to life on earlier. Jamie mumbled a string of curses from under his breath as Tyler continued clinging to him in the weirdest way, looking like a giant panda to the last little bamboo leaf in the world. I looked to my right side where Millie now stands, looking up at me too. Simultaneously, we turn back towards the two on the ground and start laughing at the sight of Tyler attached to him like a thirsty leech. Then the snap of a camera and the flash of the light from beside me confirmed that these two won't live this down anytime soon. "Get off me, you frickin jolly green giant look-a-like contest winner", Jamie grumbled, trying to shove Tyler off. "I'm not a giant, mini strawberry shortcake look-a-like winner," Tyler replied still stuck to him with gorilla glue grip. "Dude, I'm not that short. I'm 6'0, and you're like 6'5. That is just half a foot of tallness that you have on me," Jamie replied tiredly from struggling to get up with an additional 200 pounds on top of him. "You're still short but not as short as mini Miss Thumbelina look-a-like winner", Tyler tried pass as a mumble under his breath. Keyword tried. "Tyler Hayden Cook, what did you call me?!", Millie growled from beside me, stepping towards him. "Nothing, my lovable average-sized, and definitely not a bite-sized friend that would never hurt me", he smiled, trying to recover those fumbled of words with puppy eyes full of innocent nature. She stood there behind him, glaring at him, eyes as cold as ice and dangerous as a rattlesnake. "You are screwed now, Ty", Jamie chuckled with that all-knowing meaning of 'that look' his sister was wearing all too well, laughed. "Oh yes, he is. First, you are late for our training practice. Then you tackle my twin within minutes of him arriving home for the first time in a year of no contact. And finally, you called me short, which is the most untrue thing ever. I am pretty sure that this is the average siz-. Wait, why am I even having this argument with you in the first place? You know what. That's it. Up and off of my baby brother now! It's time to rumble cook", she sneered at Tyler. He was kinda paler than before. He jumped off of the floor mat, in an attempt to reason with her. "But honey bu-", before he could finish, she was in position to start. "Say that again and I'll start right now!", she snarled at him. Her dark blue eyes blazed with the will to fight forever more. Without another word, Tyler scampered over to his bag and to the changing room. "She hasn't changed a bit at all", Jamie, who was now standing up beside me, spoke. "She's never acted like this before, especially at school. She's usually quiet and to herself. Mainly a teacher's pet of sorts," I replied. "Well, she will be like this from now on. I'll make sure of it, for I am her other half. If not, what is a twin for, right?," he replied with a chuckle. I silently sighed. I hope so.

*Millie*

That little s*** just tackled my brother, my twin at that I haven't seen in forever, and clung to him like no tomorrow, then has the nerve to call me short. On top of that, he was trying to call me honeybun! I hate frickin nicknames like that! Especially the ones that just degrade girls. But then again, I wouldn't mind being called baby girl, though I would never admit it. I step onto the mat not caring if someone from my new school, especially my bully, is watching my real side. Maybe I should show them what a real bad*** looks like. Tyler comes out in his basketball shorts, walking my way cautiously. "M-Mills, be reasonable here. You know I was just kidding, right? I-I mean you are tall a-and gorgeous, with enough of that bloodthirsty fighting spirit to scare everyone straight," he said, scratching his neck nervously. "Are you scared of me, Tyler," I said a little louder, so the other two will hear as well. "Yes, I'm scared of you. You know that you already know this, but I'm more scared of that sinister "Evan" side you have hidden inside you," he whispered the last part. "You should have thought of that before opening this can of worms, Ty," I said, winking with a playful smirk. We went to our positions on the mat gloved up and ready to have fun. Well, at least for me, this was definitely going to be fun. Tyler was looking more like a man facing death row right now. "Alexia, play the heart of a fighter playlist," I said, smirking. Tyler gulped while Jamie smirked and said," Here comes the girl who floats like a butterfly and stings like a beaver". I just chuckled at the memories of the past and how the future was going to be like that again.