Chapter Twenty-Five
Wraith
“Hit me.” I demand.
Punch!
“Harder!” I say.
Punch!
I wring my hand out.
“Getting better, you think you can high kick?” I ask.
Grey Eyes sighs as sweat pours down his face and drenches his shirt.
I’ve been spending all afternoon teaching Grey Eyes some self-defense moves.
The sun shining brightly above our heads the entire time.
This session was supposed to be for him but I’ve taken pleasure in it, releasing some of the tension I’ve had since taking my midterm this morning.
“I’m tired.” He sighs, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yeah.” I say, taking the punching mitts off my hands.
Discarding the gloves I lay on the ground, letting the freshly watered grass cool me.
Reaching for Grey Eyes I trip him, making him fall on top of me but I catch him midfall, so he doesn’t get hurt.
Easing him onto me I begin to play with one of his dreadlocks as we stare up at the clouds in the sky.
“I need to get them retwisted.” He comments.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“My hair doesn’t grow out of my head already locked.” He explains. “I need to lock the new growth.”
“And how do you do that?” I ask.
“Well first I need to,” he grabs a piece of his twisted hair and pulls on the strand. “Separate the loc from all my other locs, cleaning the part, after my hair is freshly washed, at least that’s how I like to do it, then grab a small tooth comb and twist my hair to the right.”
I hum as I listen to him, learning him.
“Is that all?” I ask.
“Pretty much, my explanation is a small, summarized explanation on retwisting locs but...” he shrugs.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“No.” he says.
“How are you going to retwist them?” I ask, raking my hands through his hair. “Are you going to go to the hair salon or something?”
“No, I can do it myself and if I need help I can call Brunelle in my room to help me.” he says. “But I doubt I’ll need her.”
I open my mouth to speak again but Frani bursts through the back door in a leather jacket and black skinny jeans, her biker gloves on, as she holds her helmet.
“Hey lover boy, are you coming with us to the Halloween Store?” she asks.
“For what?” I ask.
“To help us figure out how we’re going to do our party.” She responds. “We don’t even know where we’re going to have it yet but there are a few places in mind.”
“Just don’t leave it all to Fritzi.” I demand.
“Already noted, lover boy.”
I flip her off and she mirrors me.
“A trip to the Halloween store sounds fun.” Grey Eyes perks up.
“Good, then lets go.” Frani says, walking back into the house.
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