"What new teacher?"
I grinned, "Oh, the guy who's been trainin' me? You met him; remember that time when we went jogging and he was the guy in the car?" I recalled for you.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, I know your man." You affirmed.
We walked down the stairs, my arms slightly waving around playfully as I explained who my new sensei was, Terry Silver. He had recently just trained me and I was more than chuffed with how it was going. He had recently just helped me cut through a thick layer of wood and I couldn’t of been any happier or thankful towards him for it.
I continued when we reached the bottom of the stairs, "I'll tell ya, man, he's gawt me doin' stuff I ain't eva' been able t' dew."
"Well, that's what you said about Mr Miyagi!" You reminded me.
"Yea', well, this guy's dif'rent."
"How'dya mean, 'different'?" You asked curiously.
"I'll have to show ya sometime." I cut myself off with an enthusiastic grin, "C'mon, le's rock'n'roll!" I dragged you into a dance playfully.
"Hey, Dan." I felt someone hold my shoulder.
I glanced over, sneering in confusion before it clicked. It was my sensei, Terry Silver. I shook his hand and smiled at the man.
"Ay, Mr Silva', what're ya doin' 'ere?" I asked happily.
"I said I was gonna be here! D'ya now remember?" He asked playfully, putting his hand on my shoulder and leading me forward.
Then, I heard someone flirting with you. I got real mad. I don't know why; it was the first thing that came to my mind was to soc him in his fucking throat. I instinctively pressed myself in-between you and the creep, trying to tell him to back off. I don't know if it worked - it didn't. He was still flirting with you, so I had to do something.
One thing led to another and there was blood all down my white shirt. I looked at my bloodied knuckles and the guys face; his nose was bleeding and he was clutching it. Then, I heard your disgusted and angered yells - directed towards ME!
In a panic, I grabbed my sensei and began to run away. Terry had this.. sick grin on his face but he hid it well with a fake, concerned frown.
"Oh, man! That was beautiful!" He gave a loud, proud laugh, "You didn't even think! Somethin' got in your way and BAM-" He slapped his hand down on his open palm, "And down they went!" He laughed.
"Listen, I gotta go back in there, man!" I heaved.
We suddenly came to a fault outside. It was un the car park, the building surrounding us with undecorated, lame brick walls. On our right, there was nothing but leaves and some well-taken care of plants.
Terry whirled around, "Wha'ddya talkin' 'bout?"
"I gotta check in on the own the guy!" I went to walk back inside. Terry grabbed my sleeve and my other arm. I could feel it pinch through my red jacket.
"No! You think and you got a killer instinct!" He complimented.
My knuckles rapped against the dark gray door. My leg started to bounce on the spot and I wondered whether or not to just go home or not. After all, I made a fool of myself today. Oddly enough, I was still.. pissed off? If you said the wrong thing I might genuinely explode.
"Who is it?" Your sweet voice asked gently
"It's, ahm, Daniel." I grumbled.
I heard the rustling from behind the door and I had almost just left right then and there. Something about this was making me really, really scared and I didn't understand why. To be honest, I didn't know why I lashed out like that, or why I feel like I was going to lash out again. It wasn't me.
"What do you want?" You let out a gentle huff.
"Can I talk t' yew?" I asked in a tone I seldom use.
"I'm busy."
"Look, jus' give me a minute. C'mon. Please?" I begged. I knew I seemed pathetic but I had to explain myself and why I freaked out like that even though there really was no other explanation other than I was most likely going crazy.