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 coming out from the tent. “Have you noticed that I got a bit muddy after that?” I asked motioning to the muddy shirt I was wearing. “Can’t you take a joke? You can drive home and shower.” She said sounding annoyed. “And it’s not going to help if you keep yelling at me, so you might as well get going.” I glared at her for a minute, then decided that getting mad at her wouldn’t make my situation any better, so I started heading for the car. Maybe trapping her out here without any transportation would be sufficient revenge. Shane followed behind me silently. I started jogging at my usual morning pace, and he kept up easily. I then realized that I felt more rested than I had in a long time. Since my last boyfriend, I hadn’t felt this rested or quite this invincible, probably from that fight last night. I glanced at Shane and caught him staring at me too. He grinned a mocking grin and sped up. I stepped up on my pace till I matched his pace, starting to get limber. He looked a bit off balance for some reason. “You look off balance.” I said wondering if he felt off balance as well. “I didn’t expect you to be able to match my pace that quickly. Normally it takes a bit longer for other people to get limber enough to match a decent speed with me.” He responded, breathing a little harder than me. “Well than this should blow your mind,” I said while really picking up my speed. I looked back at him, and again, he was gaping at me. Then something caught my foot, and I fell on my face. “What the…” I said, bemused. I’d checked my straight ahead shot through the park, and saw nothing to run into but a couple of trees that I’d angled myself to avoid. Then as I got up I saw Joshua. He charged me and pinned me before I could react. “Hey! Get off!” I complained, finding it really degrading to be pinned by a freshman. “You’re such a great fighter, why don’t you make me.” He said obviously holding a grudge for the beating I’d dealt him yesterday. So, I sighed and flipped him under me. Well, apparently he hadn’t expected that. Normally I do give a couple warnings before I start fighting back, but being pinned by him was too degrading to stay there for any more than a few seconds. “There. I made you, now give up. I don’t want to have to fight you the way I did yesterday again.” I said fighting a grin that wanted to play across my face at the memory. Then he tried to flip me back on my back, but unlike him, I was ready for it. I let him flip me, using the momentum to kick his chest hard enough to send him into the tree he had initially hid behind, jumping up and holding him there. He landed on the tree with a huff, and glared at me when he realized what I’d done. “I’m no amateur fighter boy. I’m probably the strongest fighter you’ll ever meet. Don’t try to win a losing fight; it’ll just damage your self esteem, though it could use a beating or two.” I said not trying to be gentle any more. He coughed a bit under the extra pressure I’d added to the hold that was keeping him pinned to the tree to prove my point. “Stronger than Shane?” He asked, and I saw where he was going with it so I simply said, “That’s not the matter at hand. The matter at hand is that you are trying to beat me in a fight, and it’s getting annoying.” “Have you made your point yet? Or do you actually think you’re stronger than me?” Shane said from behind me. “I’m not showcasing my strength, and yes, I’m done playing with him. Let’s go, I don’t want to be late for school.” I said, trying to avoid the topic of us fighting. That topic may end page 11