claim any such title ever,” she pointed out bitterly.
“If you say so,” Mike Gomez answered. He then laughed, which actually made Carrie shiver because it was the very first time she’d ever heard or seen him laugh.
Her dark brown eyes quickly scanned his appearance. In a sleeveless gym shirt and matching shorts, his biceps were truly remarkable. They perfectly coordinated with the rest of his strong arms, his protruding chest, and the well-defined abs that usually made a lot of the other female students swoon. But when her eyes swept over his legs, she saw that these were his machine parts. They appeared to be made with metal, and she found herself pondering whether he’d chosen this himself or not.
Quickly she looked up again to his ruggedly handsome face. The smirk on his full red lips added to his tough demeanor while his gray eyes flashed with mockery, igniting a blaze of irritation within her.
“So, aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with your friends for a weekend party or getaway?” he wondered aloud, actually walking closer toward her.
For some reason, her heart started to pound as he closed in the gap between them. Yet she did not dare step back because she didn’t want to seem weak or to show him that she was intimidated by his presence. “I don’t do clubbing, partying, vacationing, that sort of thing,” was her curt reply.
“I see,” was all he said, his deep gray eyes seeming to drill a hole into hers.
There was something about his gaze that, combined with their close proximity, was making her breathe faster and intensifying her body heat.
“Let’s see what you’ve got then, Miss Top Student,” he taunted her. “Join me in the boxing ring.”
“Fine,” Carrie said indignantly. “I’ll fight you.” Then she automatically glanced at his legs, which he was quick to notice.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’ll fight fair and square, which is why we’re doing boxing and not having a track race.”
Carrie nodded. “Okay, let me just take these off.” As she removed her helmet and the paddings on her body, she could feel his eyes on her. It was kind of uncomfortable yet at the same time, his gaze was stirring something within her that she did not want to welcome nor admit.
They transferred to the boxing ring and got ready with their gloves, protective vests, head gear, and mouth pieces. Carrie could feel her heart racing once more. She didn’t know exactly what was causing it to pound like crazy, but she knew she had to at least give a good fight. He may be stronger, but I can be faster, she reminded herself silently. Besides, my smaller and lighter frame may just be an advantage.
As they began circling around each other, Carrie tried to anticipate his moves. He sneered at her, seeming to mock her with his eyes. But she ignored him and tried to focus. “Come on, Cox,” he goaded, motioning her to come forward. She jabbed at him repeatedly, attempting to hit him, but he was able to dodge her every time.
He jabbed back and at one point threw an uppercut that slightly hit her and made her woozy. But she was able to regain her balance immediately after. She sidestepped his next punch and was able to give him a boxing combination that was right on target, hitting his torso time after time. As she warmed up and gained confidence, she did even better.
“Punch my face, Cox,” he challenged her. “And don’t do it like a girl. Do it like the space fighter you want so badly to become!”
Carrie’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration while her heart beat faster against her ribcage. He was really getting to her but she was trying her best not to let her emotions get in the way.
Just when he wasn’t expecting it, her right hook hit him squarely on the jaw and made him stumble backward. He grunted and shook his head, moved forward, and kept throwing a series of punches to get back at her. As she evaded them, she found herself getting backed into one corner of the