Bittersweet - Chapter Three
This one's pretty short... since I just finished my exams. My ideas weren't all that good, and I only came up with this much. Hopefully, I'll make chapter 4 more interesting.
Christopher’s POV
"Do you think these trainings are for nothing?!" I leaned against the door of the training room. It was Sunday, and it’s usually on these days that I have to drive out-of-town for 4 hours to get to the mansion where we’re taught how to fight.
Mark stood at the far corner of the room with James at his side. I sighed, and irritatingly watched my father go on and on about how irresponsible I’ve become. I made a stupid mistake today… I lost my balance and lost in a fight, so now my father was mad.
The thing is I didn’t lose against just anyone… it was the so spoiled brat, Ryan. So, now he was going all around telling everyone about his victory.
"Sir, please let Christopher leave now. He will do better next time…" James decided to butt in at the right moment. I grinned as my dad turned away from me. He nodded at James and patted his shoulder before giving me one last stare and leaving the room.
"Thanks," I said, still grinning.
James snorted. "Thinking about your girlfriend? Is that why you lost? Something wrong with her or is it a break up?"
"Shut up," I said, punching his arm causing him to step back slightly.
He smirked. "No? Wanna train? Mark can be the judge."
I looked over at Mark who now was sitting down looking at his phone. "You’re on," I said. This made Mark look up and yawn.
"I’m afraid I’ll have to stay over for a little longer huh? Make it fast…"
We each stood at one side of the huge room. Mark stood in the middle. He crossed his arms and paced back and forth between us. "You already know the rules. Break it… and I’ll tell the others," he said with a stupid grin plastered across his face. Sometimes he would really remind me of Sandra which is really weird. He has exactly the same jet black hair.
"The first one to get hit will lose… one hit…" He said. His grin widened and I shook my head. "Begin!" He said before jumping back to give us more space.
We both ran at each other… everything for me went slow at first, I could see his hands balled into a fist ready to hit… and… I jumped. I jumped over him and landed safely on the ground. This time it was my chance to strike. I quickly got up and ran at him. By the time he turned I had him on the ground, my hand hit his face hard making his lips bleed.
He cursed and got up, now smiling despite having his precious face hit. Mark clapped his hands as he neared us. "Honestly, I thought you weren’t yourself today and would lose again, but I guess I was wrong," he said.
"It’s about time for you to head back. I’ll get back at you next time." James said before walking out.
I got home at around 8. I was planning on, going to see Sandra after changing, but I found her in my room sitting on my bed with a book on her lap. She looked up and smiled as I walked towards her.
"Woah! What’s with the dress, and… your lips… they’re shining." I said. She was wearing a black over the knee dress… something she doesn’t usually wear, unless there’s an occasion.
She rolled her eyes at me and got up… putting the book away. "Well… of course. It’s because I’m invited to a party… and my lips are shining because I put on strawberry light pink lip gloss. I thought it tasted good as much as it smelled good so I got one." Now she was smiling… her eyes sparkling with a unique shine in them.
"Can I taste?" I asked. She shook her head hard, but I was already licking her lips. "Mmm… how about I get you a chocolate flavor too… or, vanilla? Then you can put it on everyday and I’ll have a good time tasting a different flavor each day."
"I have no time to flirt with my boyfriend today… I’m just here to ask if you’re coming or not."
I sat back on my bed and smiled wider at her reddened face. "What party?"
"It’s one of those pool parties that Jen is having at her house. So… are you coming or not?"
"Hmm… let me shower and get ready. Then we can go, ok?" I said.
"How long will it take? It’s already 8:15… I was supposed to be there at 6:30," she looked upset and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like the fact that I felt tired and messy either.
"Give me… 20 min. Is that good? I’ll be fast."
Sandra’s POV
I texted Jen telling her that I might not go to the party. Knowing Chris, I knew it would take more than an hour to shower, and change.
At school he’s always messy and careless… but outside he picks his clothes carefully. What I find so attractive about his style is how he comes out like a professional agent, and the cologne he puts usually makes me feel dizzy.
It just makes me want him more. I laid down on his bed and closed my eyes. He looked tired when he came in, yet was still willing to go to the party with me. I shouldn’t push him into doing things he doesn’t want to.
"Sandra… close your eyes. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake…" And so my eyes closed. Had I really fallen asleep? Was I really that tired? I felt his warm hands play with my hair for a while, and then he kissed me lightly on my forehead.
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Oh, and thanks a lot for the comments... I feel like I'm posting really late now, and didn't want to drag it on.
"Do you think these trainings are for nothing?!" I leaned against the door of the training room. It was Sunday, and it’s usually on these days that I have to drive out-of-town for 4 hours to get to the mansion where we’re taught how to fight.
Mark stood at the far corner of the room with James at his side. I sighed, and irritatingly watched my father go on and on about how irresponsible I’ve become. I made a stupid mistake today… I lost my balance and lost in a fight, so now my father was mad.
The thing is I didn’t lose against just anyone… it was the so spoiled brat, Ryan. So, now he was going all around telling everyone about his victory.
"Sir, please let Christopher leave now. He will do better next time…" James decided to butt in at the right moment. I grinned as my dad turned away from me. He nodded at James and patted his shoulder before giving me one last stare and leaving the room.
"Thanks," I said, still grinning.
James snorted. "Thinking about your girlfriend? Is that why you lost? Something wrong with her or is it a break up?"
"Shut up," I said, punching his arm causing him to step back slightly.
He smirked. "No? Wanna train? Mark can be the judge."
I looked over at Mark who now was sitting down looking at his phone. "You’re on," I said. This made Mark look up and yawn.
"I’m afraid I’ll have to stay over for a little longer huh? Make it fast…"
We each stood at one side of the huge room. Mark stood in the middle. He crossed his arms and paced back and forth between us. "You already know the rules. Break it… and I’ll tell the others," he said with a stupid grin plastered across his face. Sometimes he would really remind me of Sandra which is really weird. He has exactly the same jet black hair.
"The first one to get hit will lose… one hit…" He said. His grin widened and I shook my head. "Begin!" He said before jumping back to give us more space.
We both ran at each other… everything for me went slow at first, I could see his hands balled into a fist ready to hit… and… I jumped. I jumped over him and landed safely on the ground. This time it was my chance to strike. I quickly got up and ran at him. By the time he turned I had him on the ground, my hand hit his face hard making his lips bleed.
He cursed and got up, now smiling despite having his precious face hit. Mark clapped his hands as he neared us. "Honestly, I thought you weren’t yourself today and would lose again, but I guess I was wrong," he said.
"It’s about time for you to head back. I’ll get back at you next time." James said before walking out.
I got home at around 8. I was planning on, going to see Sandra after changing, but I found her in my room sitting on my bed with a book on her lap. She looked up and smiled as I walked towards her.
"Woah! What’s with the dress, and… your lips… they’re shining." I said. She was wearing a black over the knee dress… something she doesn’t usually wear, unless there’s an occasion.
She rolled her eyes at me and got up… putting the book away. "Well… of course. It’s because I’m invited to a party… and my lips are shining because I put on strawberry light pink lip gloss. I thought it tasted good as much as it smelled good so I got one." Now she was smiling… her eyes sparkling with a unique shine in them.
"Can I taste?" I asked. She shook her head hard, but I was already licking her lips. "Mmm… how about I get you a chocolate flavor too… or, vanilla? Then you can put it on everyday and I’ll have a good time tasting a different flavor each day."
"I have no time to flirt with my boyfriend today… I’m just here to ask if you’re coming or not."
I sat back on my bed and smiled wider at her reddened face. "What party?"
"It’s one of those pool parties that Jen is having at her house. So… are you coming or not?"
"Hmm… let me shower and get ready. Then we can go, ok?" I said.
"How long will it take? It’s already 8:15… I was supposed to be there at 6:30," she looked upset and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like the fact that I felt tired and messy either.
"Give me… 20 min. Is that good? I’ll be fast."
Sandra’s POV
I texted Jen telling her that I might not go to the party. Knowing Chris, I knew it would take more than an hour to shower, and change.
At school he’s always messy and careless… but outside he picks his clothes carefully. What I find so attractive about his style is how he comes out like a professional agent, and the cologne he puts usually makes me feel dizzy.
It just makes me want him more. I laid down on his bed and closed my eyes. He looked tired when he came in, yet was still willing to go to the party with me. I shouldn’t push him into doing things he doesn’t want to.
"Sandra… close your eyes. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake…" And so my eyes closed. Had I really fallen asleep? Was I really that tired? I felt his warm hands play with my hair for a while, and then he kissed me lightly on my forehead.
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Oh, and thanks a lot for the comments... I feel like I'm posting really late now, and didn't want to drag it on.
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