In love with the enemy (Chapter 4)

He grinneand swung his sword around 3 times. He responded. "Nah. I don't attack girls... unless they attack me first." He paused to think. "That little workout doesn't count." He raked his hand through his dirty blonde hair. He poised with his sword at the ready. "I'm ready." He wiggled his eyebrows mockingly. "Or... are you to chicken to fight me? If you are, your the coward, aren't you, goody two shoes?" He grinned wider till his mouth hurt he shook his head and grinned again. He still stood in the poise. "I'm ready, Sassy. Oh wait... it's Sasha... isn't it?" She laughed at his own joke. He swung the sword around again and took a jab at his bedpost. He struck it.


He pulled it back. He lept up onto his dresser and ripped the dagger out of the wall, lept down, roughly 2 inches from Sashas face, and asked her, "Want it or not, angel?" He accidentely breathed into her face. He shook his head and took a step back, still close, to see her face better. He laughed, mesmerized. "Your pretty when your mad." He gasped and blushed. "I did NOT say that." He blushed deeper and said, "I did... didn't I?" He asked. When she answered he sighed. "Crap!"