32. Zayn

       I moved to the left and his fisted hand missed my face once again. For yet another reason, I was thankful for my sleek and graceful nature that allowed me do crazy things like agreeing to be Jake’s sparring partner. He sent another blow towards my nose and I ducked using my leg to swipe him off his feet. He landed on the floor with a thud and just remained there, expressionless.

‘This is fun and all but dude you’ve got to find another means of outlet since talking to me is a taboo’. I tried for the zillionth time to get him to open up.

He shut his eyes and pulled himself up.

‘Let’s keep going’. He said and got into position.

‘Ehm, no? You might be enjoying this but my nose can only get saved so many times.

‘Are you being a pussy right now, Rodriguez?’ He razzed.

‘I’m the pussy? You are the one who runs to the gym