When Perfect Meets Crazy

Chapter 21: 20 - You arrested who now?

“You’re unusually aggressive today.” He panted, retreating under the force of my blows.

“I’m feeling aggressive today,” I ground out, catching him in the side with perfectly aimed kick.

He stumbled backwards, clutching his side even as a smile spread across his face.

“You’re also unusually careless today,” he pointed out.

To illustrate his point, he dropped into a crouch and swept my feet out from under me in one smooth calculated move. I fell with an audible thud, air escaping my lungs in one swift whoosh.

“Ahh.” I grimaced, rolling onto my side, waiting for the pain to subside.

I filled up my lungs with a deep breath and braced myself for the pain that would come with getting up.

“What’s wrong?” Parker asked, offering me a hand up.

“Nothing.” I slapped the hand away, forced myself to my feet and fell into position. “Let’s go again.”

He blinked, one part surprise and two parts amusement blossoming on his face. “Really?”

I responded with three quick consecutive blows. All of which, infuriatingly enough, he managed to dodge.

“Something is definitely up.” He grinned, dancing just out of my reach. How I had never noticed how annoying he could be was beyond me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this keyed up.”

“Well, enjoy your front row ticket.” I hissed, launching myself at him.

How infuriating. I was on the mat again in less than two minutes.

“You’re being sloppy,” he stated, helping me to my feet.

I gritted my teeth.

“And for the love of God, your footwork is better than that. Stop giving yourself away and stage your attacks better,” he added, falling to sparring stance again.

“I did not come for a sparring lesson. I came to vent so thank you, but kindly lay off the advice,” I snapped, baring my teeth in a snarl.

As soon as the words were out, as soon as my brain properly processed what I said, I gasped, slapping a boxing gloved hand across my face.

“Dammit.” I raised my face skyward, roughly brushing away the tendrils that had escaped my bun as I drew in a deep centering breath. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t--”

“Hey,” he said, lips curing upwards in a smile. “I’m not offended. Chill out.”

Really looked at him. At his short blond hair, his electric blue eyes, his pretty boy jaw and the fond, open smile on his lips. There wasn’t a single hint of malice on him. I breathed

having a good day so tell me, what’s been going

whole station on edge but the mood has

“Big bust?”

but, other than that, it’s been pretty quiet at the station,” he answered. “Want

completely stopped processing his words after ‘they bet on unsanctioned

hollow and far away, even to my

prayed he wouldn’t

for me to

swallowed, frozen in place.

I stupidly repeated. “Like illegal

he answered, cocking his head to the side as

I blinked.

into position, pasting a smile on my lips even as my

had been over a week now since I last saw him. He just disappeared. Him and the creepy gaze I always felt following me on the days he wasn’t physically within my sights. I had assumed it was because he finally got the message; that I wasn’t some spy. He definitely could’ve informed me of the revelation before wilfully disappearing but what if he wasn’t gone because he believed me? What if it was because he got caught? Because

I swallowed.

I, oddly, was more comforted that he hadn’t stayed away of his volition than I was by the fact that his incarceration would mean he

Clearly some screws

as casually as I could manage. “How old were they?”

have all done time before. All in their early 30s. One late

like sinking into a hot bath after a long day. I could breathe properly again. There was no way Masked

hitting my gloved hands together to signify that I

gestured for me to make the first move.

really not going to tell me what’s up with you?” he questioned, smoothly

cop at the station and that I was being a little sloppy with my attacks. Even I could spot the amateur mistakes I was making with my footwork and form. Masked Idiot’s absence, as much as I hated to admit it, was

stay but he should’ve at least told me if he was never going to show up again. It was simple courtesy. Disappearing without a word was such a rude thing to do. The last thing I remembered was eating pizza and telling him Olly was out for a sleepover. He should’ve at least showed up the following day to

my breath, narrowly avoiding taking a blow to

call it a day.” I

• • •

kicking back with us

my

I was.”

always off with the girls these days and your

his right, passing the joint to the boy on

I frowned.

“I’m all about the boys tonight so go ahead. Get

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