Ava by L.G.Savage (HeartBreak)

Chapter 92

Ava wasn’t surprised when she heard Coach Baxter’s booming voice calling her name. She met his gaze and saw the cruel smile on the man’s lips. He would enjoy every hit she took as if he was delivering it himself.

She stood slowly and lowered her gaze. It was one thing to antagonise the coach during training, but there was an entirely different atmosphere in the arena and hundreds of people watching. She couldn’t openly break the rules.

She felt hundreds of pairs of eyes on her as she walked into the wrestling ring and stood in one comer Silence descended in the arena. She was sure the only sound they could hear was her loud heartbeat. Were they all waiting to watch her get her butt kicked? The whole school had to know by now how many times that had happened in training. Would it be the same now!

She risked looking up and then had to look down again. The coach hadn’t announced her opponent and seemed to be enjoying making a spectacle out of her. The other levels hadn’t started yet; they were blatantly watching the beginner ring.

“You, with the curly mop head,” the coach said finally. “No, not you, the other one. Go in ”

She rolled her eyes. The coach hadn’t bothered to learn any of the names of the ones left in his beginner class. She watched her opponent walk down from the bleachers and almost felt bad for what she was about to do. It was the vampire she had fought before. He was tall and skinny, curly bright red hair and very pale. And he had no coordination at all.

Vampires got stronger with age, but this one seemed weaker than any she had seen so far. He was trembling as he slipped through the ropes and went to stand on the opposite end. The distance between them was ridiculous, but the supposed the rings had to be extra–large when the fighters could throw each other great distances. They’d had wrestling rings in high school, but this one was much bigger than any she had ever been in. She would only need to use a litle of it, though.

The coach’s whistle blew, and she moved towards the vampire and took a fighting stance. She thought he would take the first shot–they always did

but the boy stood there and did nothing. He looked like he would cry

What would the other

he flaked out now?

your name,” she asked

“Robert” he whispered.

just us. Forget about

own advice, removing her focus from the crowds to concentrate on Robert. She was going to beat him, but she wasn’t going to: humiliate him. She would show the sportsmanship that the dean

it. And just try to anticipate my moves to counter

told can do

easy on him until he got the hang of it. She could almost imagine they were back in the training room as Robert got more confident. She had

a long day of fighting ahead, and this match would probably be her only easy one. Robert must have realised this, too, because he took up his stance and watched her determinedly, But there was no way he could have anticipated her moves. Alpha Roland had taught her to never be predictable, or she

in a lock. The lock would never work on stronger people, but it was good enough for the vampire. He tapped quickly, and

and then offered him a hand up. Robert wasn’t trembling when they walked out of the ring, and he’d at least managed to showcase

was not impressed,

walked past him and knew her next match would probably be

she sat back down, and the other coaches and instructors started calling out names. She hadn’t given them the show they

her as the couch called

“Thanks,” he whispered