To Fight Back (gxg)

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Chapter 10

Considering the horrid events of the day, I'm in a surprisingly good mood. Although I know it's largely due to the fact that I just spent the past twenty minutes screaming along with the music in my Jeep while doing donuts in some random field close to school.

After releasing my pent up anger and frustration, I'm able to breathe deeply as I make my way to the Gym. I've got Boy In The Bubble by Alec Benjamin, which is my most favorite song, playing on repeat and the wind in my hair. What more can I ask for?

I push the doors of the building open, stepping through. This time I quickly notice Emory at the front desk, her feet up on the table, snacking on a protein bar.

I walk over to her, and she smiles widely once she sees me. "Didn't think you'd be coming today." She admits.

I lean my elbows on the desk as she puts her legs down and does the same. "Why wouldn't I?" I raise an eyebrow.

She shrugs, "Eh, you were late. And you might not be in the best condition to do so anyway," she explains, gesturing to the side of my head where the cut is at the end.

"I'm fine," I assure, not wanting to discuss my injury any further. "I just had detention."

She snorts, "Let me guess, someone caught you smoking?" I silently thank her for forgetting about my slightly disfigured face.

I smirk, rolling my eyes. "Nah. People don't care about that anyway. I said some inappropriate shit to a teacher and got busted for it." I say dismissively, not wanting to tell her what exactly it was that I said.

She raises both her eyebrows in a semi surprised and even kind of impressed look. "Ooh, looks like we've got a rebel on our hands. What did you say?" She queries.

I mentally curse myself. "Nothing important. I was just showing off. Anyway~, how about we get started?" I offer, willing her to drop it.

She blinks a few times, confused by the change in topic, but smiles shortly after. "Of course! Just get dressed and then we'll get to it."

And that we did. After I changed she showed me a bunch of different routines. Where we would throw punches and the other would duck, and vice versa. We repeated them until any time she moved I would automatically know how to react, whether it be blocking or dodging, and I knew how to catch her off guard quite well with my own strikes.

It proved to be quite the workout, and I appreciated the opportunity to take my mind off things.

It felt nice to be close to someone and interact with them without worrying about what they think too much, and not having to keep on an I'm-so-much-better-than-you act.

We teased and joked with each other in a playful, sometimes even flirtatious way, and it was good. It was light and cheerful, not overly serious. She didn't bring up feelings or my obvious injuries, which I liked.

I enjoyed it so much that when it came time to leave, I was hesitant to go. I wanted to prolong this peaceful feeling and happy time as long as I could.

I reached into my school bag that I had brought in with me, pulling out a small piece of paper and a pencil. After writing on it, I handed it to Emory with a shy smile.

"What's this?" she asks, taking it and glancing at it with furrowed eyebrows.

I shuffle from foot to foot, suddenly nervous, gripping the straps of the bag on my back tightly.

"Uh, its my phone number. Just y'know, in case you need it for something or the other." I say softly, looking down at my feet and sticking my tongue piercing between my teeth.

She laughs lightly, making me look back up at her in confusion. When I do, she's wearing a broad smile. "Thank you. I'll save it in my phone as soon as I can."

I let out a breath of relief, smiling as well because hers is just too contagious not to. "Sounds good. Well, um, bye I guess." I say, starting to turn but still waiting to look away from her.

She just chuckles again, lifting a hand up in a wave. "Bye, Blake."

I return my gaze to the floor and quickly walk away so she doesn't notice the blush I get from hearing her angelic voice say my name.

My stomach flutters happily along the drive home, and I can't get the image of her smiling face out of my head.

I laugh to myself at my actions, shaking my head.

After coming home to a wonderfully empty house, I take a shower and settle in for bed, where I fall asleep thinking of a girl with dirty blonde hair and shining green eyes to die for.


I woke up the next day, pleased to find the swelling on my face has gone down a lot, and even the cut itself looks much better. I put on a bit of concealer to make the bruising less noticeable, and it looks good. Not perfect, but good.

I check my phone that was on the nightstand, and I find a text from an unknown number. I open it, pleasantly surprised by what I read. It said 'I saved your number. You can do the same if you'd like. Have a great day :) -Emory'.

I smile at the message, and create a contact for her. I quickly type that I did and I hope she has a good day as well.

After putting on a simple white band sweatshirt and jeans, I head out the door. No one's home, fortunately, except for the servants, which only boosts the cheerful mood I woke up in.

I suspect it was my interaction with Emory yesterday that made me feel like this. After all, I got the shit beat out of me, had a deep discussion with the principal and a rather aggravating one with Mikayla, plus detention which is always hell.

And now I'm all fine and dandy. Even as I recall the events of the day, it doesn't dampen my spirits. Not even a little bit.

It's kind of odd, to be honest, to feel so good. I'm so used to only feeling depressed or mad, that it's weird to have a good day.

But I decide to let it go and bask in it, even if I doubt it's going to last too long.

My first few classes of the day go by smoothly, especially with a giant coffee from DD fueling me.

By the time lunch rolls around, I'm flying high. For the first time in forever, real confidence is flowing through me, into my steps and actions. Not just a mask or arrogance disguised as it, but actual confidence.

I feel the need to giggle uncontrollably at this realization, as it makes me happy beyond belief, but I hold it back.

Everyone at our table is talking, eating and laughing with each other and it makes my heart swell.

Alena and Alexis are debating which actors from the Fast and Furious series are the best looking. Layla is resting her head in my shoulder, while scrolling through her phone. Even Darren is being kinda adorable, feeding Alen the pudding he bought for him.

Alexis squeals as she gets a text notification, getting all our attention.

"You good over there?" Alen teases.

"Even better than good," she states, grinning widely. "Annie Corbyn invited me to her party this Saturday."

Soon enough, the rest of our phones start vibrating with notifications. We all got an invite as well.

"Yay, we all so have to go together." Alena exclaims.

"I'm in. And Darren, you don't have a choice." Alen says matter of factly, to which Darren just rolls his eyes with a smile.

"Okay, okay." He laughs.

I frown a bit, disappointed. "I don't think I can make it guys. I've got work on the weekends, and I'm pretty sure I have the late shift." I explain.

Alena gives me a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, we get it, no big deal. Maybe next time."

"Yeah," I say, thankful for her understanding.

Layla speaks up this time, "I'll try, but I think my mum said something about redecorating her office. I'll let you know later."

"Alright then. So I guess it's just the four of us, depending on if Layla can go or not." Alexis confirms.

I sigh, a little sad that I can't go, but it really isn't too big of a deal. We go to parties often, so just missing this one isn't that important.

I force myself to stay positive for the rest of the day.

Even during the hour I have to stay behind with Mikayla for tutoring, it's not too bad. She goes over the subjects with me, and I catch on quick given my high intelligence.

She does act overly flirty, to where it's a little annoying, but I mostly just ignore her and act oblivious to it.

She still doesn't bring up the past or try to make a move on me, which I'm thankful for.

All in all, it was bearable. And when our session is over, I thank her before leaving, which I don't think she expected, but I don't stay to see her reaction.

I'm too eager to see Emory again.

When I get to the gym, I notice that the name of it is literally The Gym. I don't know how I never caught that before. It's on a big sign right out front.

I shake my head, sighing in defeat. Man, that's sad.

I make my way into the building, looking around for Emory, but I don't see her.

"Blake?" I turn around at the voice. It's the woman who was at the front desk the first time I was here.

"Yes?" I query. I walk over to her, more than a little curious how she knows who I am.

She pushes her glasses up her nose, sighing in relief, like she's glad it's me and not some stranger. "Oh, good. Emory said to tell you to go ahead and get changed, she'll be a few minutes late."

"Oh. Well, thank you I guess. I'll be back." I say, waving before I go into the locker room.

I quickly strip down, then pull on my leggings. Again, I don't bother wearing a shirt. I'd much rather show off my toned abs, not to mention I have a black lace sports bra on that I wouldn't mind a certain someone seeing.

I stuff my phone in my bag that I then set on the floor under my locker.

I shut the lights off when I leave the room, and go into the main gym.

By the time I get out, Emory is here. I see her talking with the lady up front, with such dark brown hair it's almost black and glasses.

The girl spots me coming towards them and points in my direction. Emory looks over as well, and even though she had a slight scowl on her face, it instantly turns into a warm grin.

"Hey," She says, her eyes giving me a once over that causes me to shiver. But in a good way.

"Hey. Everything alright?" I ask, face full of concern.

She sighs, "yeah. My sister's just being a handful. She insisted on me dropping her off at the movies so she could meet her friends. Sorry for the wait."

"No problem," I shrug. "I didn't mind. It gave me time to change anyway."

"I see. Did you even change? Or did you just lose clothes?" She laughs.

I roll my eyes with a playful grin, crossing my arms. "As a matter of fact, I changed my pants. You should be proud."

She snorts, with an amused look. "I sure am." When I laugh she raises her eyebrow, "Looks like someone is in a good mood."

I put my hands on my hips and tilt my chin up, smirking. "Indeed I am."

She leads me to the boxing ring where she shows me some more moves. I end up telling her all about my day, how I've really enjoyed the change of pace. She seems to be genuinely interested in what I have to say, and it gives me fuzzy feelings inside.

She tells me about her sister, who's so spoiled and priveledged, and she's always doing things behind their parents backs. But she loves and cares about her all the same. It's sweet.

I unintentionally stay late lifting weights with her, chatting.

I learned her favorite color burgundy, the same as my hair. She likes hip hop music, anything soft and fluffy, Mexican food, romcoms, fitness (which was obvious), and she's actually saving up money to go to law school to study child law. She's passionate about helping young kids get justice, and I admire that about her.

I tell her of my plans to go into tattooing, how I love teal, literally any modern movie, and sour candy.

The conversation flowed easily, and it was comfortable. Although I kept noticing her eyes wandering over my body, I didn't mind.

I got so caught up that I didn't even notice how late it was. I glanced at the clock out of the corner or my eye, and I gasped. "Oh shit! It's almost eight. I haven't even eaten yet." I curse under my breath.

"Damn," Emory says, getting up. "I'm so sorry, I completely lost track of time."

I wave her off as I start towards the changing rooms. "Oh, no. It's not your fault."

I change into my normal clothes, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I head out of the lockers.

I meet Emory by the door, who has a sorry looking expression. "Hey, I want to make up for stealing your time."

"Oh, you don't need to do that. I actually enjoyed it." I smile at her.

She smiles back, but it's a nervous one. "Well then would you mind me stealing a little more of your time? The least I can do is treat you to dinner." She offers.

My eyes widen in shock. But who am I to say no to free food?

"O-oh. Well, I mean, I guess it couldn't hurt," I say.

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