Chapter hundred and fifty six
DALLAS
Twelve months later
“I probably should have punched him harder.” Jenna seethed, her eyes darting to the entrance of the club.
“I think you punched him hard enough for him to get the message.” Heather said, clutching her purse tightly to herself.
“Nah!” Tabitha and Lisa said in unison. They looked at each other and chuckled hard, clearly drunk. The both of them had taken more alcohol than all of us.
“I think you should punch him like this.” Lisa said and thrusted her arm forward before she swayed on her feet.
“No no, like this.” Tabitha crouched down, her arms stretched in front of her.
I sighed and rubbed my temple gently.
“How are they still drunk? I thought they puked it all up.”
I'd just finished construction on my new training center and we all decided to celebrate. Well, Lisa's idea.
After everything that happened, I realized I didn't want to go back to competing for the Olympics, but my love for fencing was potent. I also realized how much I loved teaching at the Valhalla club when Atlas was still there. It had started as a way to earn extra cash, but I'd developed a liking for it.
But I didn't want to go back to Valhalla. I wanted to start something of my own that wasn't tainted with my past. So I decided to build my own training center.
There was still a lot of work left to be done before the official opening, but I was happy. I was finally doing something I wanted and I wanted to celebrate it.
So I decided to go to the bar with my friends and sister. We were all having fun until an asshole decided to grope me on the dance floor. Jenna had punched him hard in the face and started a brawl.
Long story short, we got kicked out. But I couldn't even be mad about it. My sister had stood up for me. Our relationship had evolved a lot in the past year and I couldn't be happier. It was nice to have a sister.
“Your friends took too many shots. I wouldn't be surprised if they woke up with kidney problems.” Jenna said.
Well, she was still her usual infuriating self, but I didn't have a problem with it. Not when I knew it was a mask for the world. My sister had a good heart even if she didn't like showing it.
“No one is getting kidney problems, Jenna. Let's get them into a cab.” I said.
“I'm not touching them. There's vomit all over their bodies.” She shook her head.
Heather seem to be fighting a smile as she stared at the expression on Jenna's face. She'd also started to warm up to her. They'd bonded over their need for silence. I swear, they'd both sat in the same room for hours without saying a word to each other.
Lisa, on the other hand, had bonded more with Tabitha. The NGO she worked for in Korea wanted to set a base in New York so she was here more.
I hadn't realized how much similarities I had with Tabitha until I stopped hating her. She was a big party girl like Lisa and they bonded over that. Lisa was staying in Tabitha's apartment before she went back to Korea.
I liked the new friendship we'd all formed. It was like having a family at last.
“I'll just take them home. I'm not that drunk.” Heather said.
“You're so sweet, Heather. Jen and I would help you get them into a cab. Right, Jen?”
She scowled at the nickname but didn't correct me. I'd insisted on calling her that and she'd warned me several times not to, but of course, I didn't listen. I knew she secretly loved it.
“I'm not touching them.” She insisted, her scowl still in place.
“Oh-kay, lemme just call Juliana real quick. I'm sure she'll loveee to hear that you're refusing to help your friends.” I said and gave her a sweet smile.
She knew her mother would take my side. Juliana had loved me since the day Jenna and I decided to tell her the truth. She wasn't a bit sad about her husband's death. Infact, she'd seem relieved. Being with Juliana was like having a mother again.
Jenna glared at me for all about five seconds before she groaned and walked towards our drunk friends.
“I don't know why I ever wished to have a sister. You're making my life miserable.” She muttered under her breath.
Heather and I burst into laughter as we watched her struggled to get drunk Lisa up from the floor.
We finally found a cab and helped them in. Jenna and I were left standing in the middle of the road.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I arched an eyebrow at her.
“I'm thinking whether to drop you off and endure you trying to make my life difficult the entire ride or I should just leave you here.” she cocked her eyebrows as if she was really contemplating it.
“Nice try, Jen. You can't leave me here. You love me too much.” I smiled knowingly at her.
She sighed heavily and started walking to her car.
“You're right I can't leave you. Oliver would murder me.”
“Don't be dramatic. Oliver can't kill you. At least, not without you almost putting him in ICU.” I chuckled.
The both of them had actually tried to spar once. Neither of them was willing to step down until they were both bruised and bloody. It was nice seeing them bond even if it was over violence.
“I'm saving my energy for when I beat you on the piste next week.”
I laughed hard at that. We'd both decided to train each other. I teach her how to fight with swords and she teach me how to fight properly. After what happened with Ron, I never want to be in that helpless situation again.
“You wish.”
We continued bickering as she drove away from the bar.
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