Cracked

"You call that a punch, Jeremy!?" The instructor shouts at me as the other students snicker behind me.
I signed in, they assigned me a room, and now I'm at my first lesson. There's no dilly-dallying at ABB.
We're in the training room, all crowded around a blue mat. We're barefoot, except for the black training uniform, and trying to master the punches the instructor told us. We're all taking turns.
My nostrils flare as I knock the bag enough so the instructor at least gives an approved nod.
"Very well then. Next up, Styles."

Ugh. I hate him. It's not how he was flirting with one of the giggly students, throwing around his head of luscious brown curls, or batting his eyelashes over his gorgeous eyes. It's his attitude.
He yawns and punches the bag easily.

"Amazing!" The instructor is impressed. I curl my fists and glare at him. Fuck. Why does he get praised for barely doing anything?

"Tomlinson, front and center."
Oh, this will be fun. Fucking Louis Tomlinson. He is the worst person you will ever meet, inside and outside of ABB. It's not that he's just breathtakingly gorgeous. I'll admit that - that's it. But damn, his arrogant remarks. His nerve to laugh at anyone, to be a spoiled brat. He is the most absolute horrible asshole on the planet.

But he's strong.
He's hot.
He's brave.
He's fucking everything, and I think I'm the only one who hates him.

I see his eyes glow with a hint of amusement and his hands curl. Easily, he hits the bag so hard more than 2 times it looks like it might deflate.
Obviously, the instructor is clapping for him. Clapping. For me, he yawned and for someone who doesn't deserve it he claps.

I hate The Academy of Bloody Battle.
I storm off with all the other students that finished as the other round start. They're all laughing, pushing past me. They all did 10 times better then me, but I would kick them right now.. badly. I would bruise them.

I would, I would, I fucking would, I would.
"Hey, Jeremy. Kalle. I feel sorry for you when we're doing hand-to-hand!" I hear Louis shout behind me followed by a round of snickers.
I can't help myself.

"Watch your fucking mouth," I snap as I flip around.
Silence. That's what follows. A deadly, awkward silence. A moment for him to plan how to respond.
1 minute.
2 minutes.
3.

"Excuse me, you little bitch?" He says slowly, eying me carefully. "What did you just say to me?"
I chew on the inside of my cheek, causing it to slightly bleed. I grasp my arm to keep from shaking. My face is turning pale, I know it.

"You scared? You should be." He takes a step forward. The only sound is his footsteps.
I am. I am extremely scared and I am frightened and I want to die. Please, please, just end this, right now.

I squeal as he grins, and in a matter of protecting myself I throw my hands up over my face.. also hitting his nose.

"Shit!"
"Oh my god!"
"He'll kill you, you little -"
"He got a bloody nose!"
"Haha, she's gonna die!"
"Fuck that! Ha!"
"You'll regret this, Jeremy!"

"It was an accident!" I gasp for air as he grabs my arm, staring at me with bloodthirsty eyes as a stream of red blood falls down his face.
"You'll regret this, Jeremy!" He repeats angrily before his friends pull him away from me, so he won't murder me.
What have I gotten myself into?

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