Page 14 of Unrivaled Love
Vengeance is a sexy mother fucker. I sweep her to the ground in a wrestling move my brother Chris taught me. I can tell she was surprised because she gasps for air. Shit, maybe I knocked the wind out of her.
I pause long enough to see she’s okay. After a few heaving breaths from both of us, Pee Pee tries to get up. Oh hell no. My eyes are wild as I straddle her and dive in to attack her armpits.
"What the fuck?!" I hear Coach McEmbry yell somewhere in the distance but with my fingers under Pee Pee’s arms she's immobilized and I can win this.
Fuck PIG.
Fuck EPIC.
I'm the better tickler.
Coach pulls me off by the collar.
Harsh. He didn't have to be so rough.
Pee Pee scrambles backwards in a crab walk while gasping for air and righting her shirt.
"Did I just witness a tickle fight?" Coach bellows.
"She attacked me!" Pee Pee shrieks.
"She started it!" I yell pointing at her.
"What? No I didn't. You got pissed because I'm better than you." She taunts, totally missing the point.
"No," I counter but I realize I don't have much of an argument. "You tricked me. Or tried to." I stand when she does and I get right back into her face.
"Did not." She says like the child she is.
"Did too." I reply because I’ll go as low as she wants. Lower even.
“Did not!” Pee Pee insists.
“Yes, you fucking did!” I yell and I shove her shoulders. This time though she’s ready and after she rocks back, she lunges forward. I dodge it but she gets my ponytail.
I know she did not just pull my hair.
Rule number one of sibling fights; no hair pulling or junk shots.
A tiny voice in the back of my head tells me not to do it but pride and status are on the line. I am in a fucking fight for my life.
And, she pulled my hair!
I loop my elbow behind her knee and pull another wrestling move Chris taught me. She doesn’t fall but she’s vulnerable with one leg in the air.
Coach tries to separate us but I’m not letting go until she does.
Chris taught me to be patient. To tune in and feel when the opponent is weak. So I pause.
Seconds later, she hops to regain her balance and I strike.
I yank my elbow up and that sends her hurling to the ground.
This time she lands hard on her back and the wind is definitely knocked out of her.
I stand tall and clap the proverbial dust from my hands, only to see we knocked Coach on his ass, too.
Whoops.
