I couldn’t believe I was stuck running these damn self-defense classes instead of training for my next fight. If it wasn’t for the cash, I wouldn’t waste my time babysitting.

My eyes landed on this delicate girl supposed to be learning from me. It was almost funny.

I circled her slow, smirking. “Alright, rainbow-and-flowers, try hitting me. Come on, I’m not gonna bite… much.”

She just stared, probably thinking I was crazy.

I leaned in, voice low. “Seriously, what’s a girl like you doing here? This ain’t no tea party.”

Her silence made me think she’s hiding something—or maybe just scared. Either way, I’m not buying it.