Perfect 10.0 (Part 3)

I swear I could kill her. I tell her not to do something, she does it anyway. If she gets hurt, then her father will kill me. Then I get fired and I don’t have any place to get money.
I watch in horror as she does a round off back handspring full, lands it, then starts running again and throws a front handspring front half.
Putting too much power in her front half, she misses her landing. She puts her excess power into a roll then stands up.
She takes a step towards me and stops. I can see her try to not show any pain, but it’s plain as day written across her face. I freak out.
"Dammit Isabella!" I start mumbling to myself in Spanish so she can’t understand me. I tell her to sit down and don’t move.
"Hey, Adulio, calm down for God’s sake. I just twisted my ankle, that’s all. No big deal."
I storm out of the room to go get some ice, or water, or whatever I can find.
Finding the First Aid kit, I grab a cold pack and start smashing it up to break up the chemicals. When it’s cold, and I’ve cooled down, I go back to the gym and throw the ice pack at her.
She catches it with ease then puts it on the floor next to her. "I’m not using that, Adulio. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be back to normal. You didn’t have to freak out so much."
Needing to get out some of my nerves, I go up to a mat that’s leaning up against a wall. I throw a round house kick and some punches at it. I took Karate for a year after I stopped gym, so I knew what I was doing.
After I felt better, I walked over to her. I could tell from far away that it was swelling, and I have to look away.
Calm and collected, I walk back over to her. Taking the ice pack from where it was next to her, I put it on her ankle.
When she gasps, I can’t even stand to look at her face. "Isabela, que? Why do you do this to me? Can’t you just stay out of trouble for once?" I press the ice pack down harder, and she shifts uncomfortably with pain. "Don’t move, at all. ¿Entiendas?" I wait for her to mumble a "Yeah" before I go to search for some tape.
I go back to where I found the ice pack. Searching furiously through the drawers, something catches my eye. It’s an article, and I can see her name in it a few times. Really wanting to know, but not wanting to be sneaky, I put it back where I find it and continue on my search. A few minutes later I find some sports tape and bring it back to the gym.
For once, she’s listened to me and is still in the same place as I left her. I walk over to her and place her ankle on my lap. As gently as I could, I tape the ice pack on to her foot. I tape it as tight as I dare. I don’t want it to fall off, but I’m scared to hurt her.
"Now I don’t want you to move, okay? Unless I tell you to, I don’t want you to move a muscle."
"What are you, my mother? Give me a break." She takes her foot back and starts to move her ankle around, stretching it.
"Dammit Isabel. Listen to me! Stop moving your fuckin’ ankle; I’m trying to help you here. Now, lay on your stomach ‘cuz you aren’t going to be tumbling today."
"Adulio-" I cut her off.
"No. I don’t even want to hear it, Isabel. You got yourself into this, now I’m stuck getting you out. Now lay on your stomach, I mean it."
She glares at me then slowly rolls around till she’s on her stomach. God, I hate making her angry at me, but she’s so freaking stubborn.
I carefully kneeled over her and took her arms. I pull them back towards me then push them up to stretch them nice and good. My coach used to do this to me, and I hated it, but it helped a lot. Isabel doesn’t really need the stretch, her shoulders are already flexible.
I put her arms back on the ground then tell her to kneel. When she does, I do the same stretch, but I push my knee into her back to stretch that as well.
After I finish with her shoulders, I sit down. Apologize to her, Adulio.
"Um, Isabel," I’m mumbling now, great. "We got off to a rough start. I’m sorry; I don’t want to do this every day. It’s just that I can’t stand it when you get hurt." As I’m saying this, I take the ice pack off.
Her ankle looks slightly less swollen, and doesn’t seem to be hurting her as much anymore.
"Adulio, it’s fine. Está bien. Don’t worry about it, okay?" I let out a big sigh, and feel extremely relieved. I never knew she spoke Spanish.
"Since when do you speak Spanish? You’re a white girl."
She sticks her tongue out at me and says, "My dads’ from Spain, my mom taught Spanish, and when I visit my grandparents, they speak Spanish. So, technically, I’m only half Spanish, but I speak it better than anyone in my class. And, yes, I am a ‘white girl’ that doesn’t mean I’m not Spanish, jerk."
"Alright, calm down, okay? I just didn’t know Isabel. Bet no one does."
"Yeah, you’re right. No one knows except for Gracie, and she won’t tell anyone. You won’t tell anyone, will you? Please Adulio, don’t tell." She reaches out her hand and touches my shoulder.
Looking straight in my eyes, she leans in. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Isabel actually wants to kiss me. I just looked at her and did nothing. But when her lips were inches from mine, I put my hands on her shoulders.
As gently as I could, I pushed her on to the ground. Laying over her, careful not to put any weight on her, I kissed her. I’m not talking about some little peck on the cheek. Isabel was an experienced kisser, she’s made out with most of the guys at our school, or so I’ve heard. She looks up at me, and I swear that she was thinkin’ the same thing as me.
Apparently she wasn’t though, because she rolled away from me.
"God Adulio, you Mexicans can kiss. I swear that I could have done that all day." Her face was lit up, and she seemed happy. I stayed on my stomach so that she couldn’t see my lower half before it cooled down. "But," she said, "We aren’t even going out, so that can’t happen. Cool?"
"Yeah," I said, looking down. "Sorry, I kinda overreacted, it’s cool." When I look up, she’s right in my face and she uses her fingers to lift up my face.
"Don’t be sorry, I loved it. Every single fucking second of it." She kissed me lightly on the lips again.
"Why do you do that to me Isabela? Tell me that we can’t kiss, and then kiss me yet again? You’re such a hypocrite."
"No, I didn’t say that we couldn’t kiss, I said we couldn’t make out. Kissing is fine, for now."
To my surprise, she gets up and goes into a handstand. Hitting her balance point, she stays up there for a few seconds.
Then she starts turning around and bringing her legs down so she looks like an upside-down "L".
Then, so fast that I can’t even see what she does, she’s doing circles, or the things that men do on a mushroom.
It’s some crazy move that I’ve never seen done before.
"You’re crazy." I tell her
"That’s what they say." She sings, when she gets down. She comes over to me and takes my hand, "Let’s go Adulio; I’m done with the gym." With that, she walks out the door, in the late afternoon sun, with me following behind her.