Still Beating Jennifer Hartmann Novels & Stories

》》Jason Dutton《《 I moved my rook three blocks to the right, finalising my victory. "Check mate." My opponent knocked over his king in disappointment and gave me a handshake. The disapproval was written all over his face as he got up and left but he knew there was no point in disapproving, my victory was final. There was no way he could change it. It wasn't his fault I was so good at winning. This is fun. "We have our finalists! Jason Dutton and Adrian Markham! The final shall commence straight after the 20 minute break."

Then, with an almost imperceptible breath, her lips parted. “Fine. Let’s play.” The room fell into a hush so deep it felt like the air had been sucked out. It was a collective inhale before the inevitable exhale of chaos. Beckett Harrington, ever the performer, stepped forward with a dramatic flourish. He spun the empty wine bottle between his fingers like a magician about to reveal a trick. “Allow me, ladies,” he said, his voice light but his eyes sharp. “Fair game. No tricks.” The first round began.

Focus you idiot. All I need is one good uppercut. We dance around for what seems like eternity. I look at the clock, we have 3 minutes left to finish this before the clock runs out. I throw out my fake, dodge his, and land the uppercut I need to take him out. He lands hard on his back and hits his head on the floor. The sound of cheering perforates my focus as I watch the ref call the fight. The Beast accepts defeat from the floor, and I’m announced the winner. Everyone goes wild. I look around for Harley but she’s nowhere to be seen. Great.

"You did awesome, girl." I look up at the scoreboard. Samlin Greenham - 11:38.04 s Prisi Nessa Heuvel - 11:50.33 s Allyson Hardy - 11:57.45 s I laugh. I obviously beat Brian and my score is super close to Lynn. Coincidence, ha! "I beat him." "Beat 'Brian The Ass'? Looks like so." She says to me, it feels good to watch her smile at me, be friendly with me.

His eyes blazed crimson as his hand locked around my throat. "I don't live in her head. How would I know?" My voice rasped under the chokehold as the suffocating pressure built. "Don't know?" His face twisted in fury. "She's kind and never makes enemies. The last person she saw was you. Who else but you would do something to her, you vile bitch?" The next moment, his palm cracked across my face. A loud slap rang in my ears, leaving my cheek swollen and burning. "Still want to talk tough?" Victor had lost all reason. He yanked my hair and smashed my forehead against the cold, hard floor. Pain exploded, and hot blood poured down into my eyes, dyeing the world in crimson blur.

It was a clean hit, a hockey hit, but it had been harder than he intended. "Ryan? Man, I'm sorry, I—" Beckett stopped. He was looking at her forehead. He was looking at the way her hair, damp with sweat, had escaped the helmet. He was looking at her eyes. The rink went silent. Jax was there in a second, shoving Beckett away. "Back off! You hit him late!" "Jax, wait," Beckett said, his voice shaking. "Wait." "I said back off!" Jax turned to Riley, reaching down to grab her helmet.

The beat drops, and we both hit the ground, executing a series of lightning-fast spins and flips. As the song comes to an end, we both freeze in place, staring each other down. No one speaks, but we all know who won this battle. I can feel the energy coursing through my veins as I step back from Xander, victorious. Mark and Theo high-five me, and behind Xander, Sasha is beaming. Xander and I face off for a moment, our bodies glistening with sweat. The tension is palpable as the parking lot falls silent, the only sound the low hum of the music. Finally, I tear my gaze away from Xander and look at Sasha.

Using his weight against him I quickly wrapped my legs around his head and used momentum and core strength to flip him down to the ground, quickly pinning him. Once everything was done, and the finalists announced the fifth day of the competition came to a close. Besides getting glared at by Rebecca the whole time I had a blast. So, grabbing my bag, I was heading to my dorm when Lucius found me. Rebecca's POV How could she beat me? I couldn’t believe Adrian had been training her too. Now even Draven is acting weird, and I know it's because of her. Standing a little ways away was Katie and our headmaster.

It was vindication that I was on the right path, that all my choices leading up to this moment had been the right ones. “It’s rigged!” a voice ripped through the crowd. The applause died down as Beatrice tore through the audience towards the judges. She was snarling, her eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed red. “This entire competition is rigged,” she announced again, waving her finger at the judges. “There’s no way SHE won. I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” she threatened. “You won’t get away with it.”

Getting 900 points would be dangerous! [Hurry up! Let him check his score! Watching him get slapped in the face will be the most satisfying moment. Who told this supporting character to keep competing with our male lead for the girl!] Seeing that I still hadn’t checked my score, Maddie walked over and took my hand to comfort me. “Don’t be afraid. You still have me.” I smiled, gently pulled my hand away, and entered my exam number. The moment the page refreshed, the smug smile on Blaine’s face froze.