Fifteen

"Alright little warrior let's see what you got," Cristian said, prowling his way around me in the ring. I cracked my neck and smirked deviously. Tate stood at the edge of the circle, arms folded across his chest and lips in a thin line. He was putting up a good facade, too bad I good see straight through it and noticed how much he was fretting over this sparring match. Damn mother hen is what he is.

Last night while doing the dishes he suggested I train in the rings like he used to. Aura was ecstatic and honestly as was I, considering I've never had the opportunity to train let alone spar. He claimed it was mainly so 'when we spar for your initiation, you don't look weak.' I stomped on his toe for that one. That asshole knows damn well I could probably have him in the dirt just like his mother. I've experimented fighting with Nathan when I was 13 and beat him up pretty bad. My friend wa