“That was great,” he said, removing his helmet again and grinning up at me from his lounging position on the floor. “I’ve never seen footwork like that before.”
I nodded at him before turning and heading out toward the exit of the gym.
“Hey!” came a voice not far behind me. “Hey wait!”
I hurried my steps but he jogged and caught my arm.
“Wait a minute,” he said fingering his hair out of his eyes, “What’s your name?”
“Sam,” I tried to sound as man-ish as I could manage.
“Sam, Are you going to the national competition?” he asked, removing his hand from my arm.
I remained silent.
“You seriously should. I got 3rd last time and I’ve only gotten faster and stronger since.”
I nodded again at him and tried to step around him.
“Hey,” he said, grabbing my arm again, his hand brushing a breast in the process.
His eyes widened and he dropped my arm like it was diseased. I’d worn a constrictive sports bra like I always did, and with the baggy armored suit, nobody had ever noticed my DD’s.
Until now.
My face grew hot and I tried to walk away again, jogging toward my car. My new blonde friend didn’t come after me at first. But he easily caught up to me, dragging at my arm again. He was beginning to leave a bruise.