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Alex leaned forward to check his phone. She sucked air in through her teeth, "Yikes! What are you gonna do?"

The waitress came over for drink orders. Alex ordered a water. She thought about Chelsea and how much she would dread having to talk to her again in person. Alex technically had the upper hand as Cole was her best friend.

"Once we're done here are you gonna meet up with her?"
Alex gave Cole a big kiss, still incredibly excited over the win. When she pulled back, she said gratefully, "Gosh it feels so good to kiss you whenever I want!"

She grabbed his hand tightly, possessively as she led him out of the gymnasium. They walked and talked on their way back to campus, never separating from each other and sharing the occasional kiss here and there. After the big misunderstanding was cleared, it was a relief for Alex that things went so smoothly. She even forgot that Cole still needed to break up with Chelsea.

Alex ended up leading them back to the restaurant they had his interview at. "Figured this would be a nice place. This is where we started our friendship. I figured we could start our relationship here. Thoughts?"
"It's okay, I guess you're just not the observant kind," Alex noted, more for herself than for Cole. Now she knew that if something needed to happen she couldn't drop hints, she needed to tell him outright. "But yeah," Alex quickly added, "break up with Chelsea ASAP. That woman is nothing but trouble."

Then the intercom went off, calling all six dojangs down to the mats again. "Oh, there's my cue!" Alex said and jumped up, giving Cole's hand a quick squeeze before racing down to the center.

She met up with the other students and they stood together in quiet anticipation.

The announcer called out the winners. For the fighting side, her dojang won third. Alex couldn't complain about this, the other schools were incredibly tough and the was the tournament was set up was quite odd.

Then the announcer cleared his throat. "And the first place for demonstrations goes to... U.S. Taekwondo Center!"

What felt like the millionth time of the day, another smile appeared on Alex's face and she, along with her teammates all bowed to the crowd. Grandmaster Ahn, sporting a uniform with a blue top and white bottoms, claimed the large trophy. They took a class photo together and were dismissed.

Alex raced to the back to grab her belongings. She hugged and congratulated her teammates then raced back to Cole, her large duffle bag with all of her gear slung over her shoulder. "I believe you offered me a victory burger?"
Alex pulled back from the kiss and pressed her forehead to Cole's. "Cole," she murmured, closing her eyes, "You are such an idiot but this was so worth the wait."

Alex let out a sigh, though rather being out of frustration or sadness, this was clearly out of contentment. She placed one hand on the back of Cole's neck, scratching it lightly. The other hand hooked around his upper arm as he maintained their embrace.

"I can't believe you," she chuckled softly, "Why wouldn't you just ask me if I was a lesbian? This is Los Angeles! Half of the women here are bi, or at least willing to try it."

Alex then felt like she was obligated to explain a bit further so she did. "Remember how I told you my ex had been cheating on me? Well, that all clicked for me the other day too. I had an idea of who it was, but never cared enough to dig into it. We were broken up so it didn't matter anymore, right? So when Chelsea told me that, I knew she was the one my ex cheated with. And that hurt. And when you two got together I felt like Chelsea had stolen one more person from me. And you just seemed so uninterested in me after the kiss and-" Alex cut herself off and shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm rambling again, aren't I?" she asked with a little, coy smile. He noticed from the first day they met the way she rambled when she was passionate about something and she displayed it well with every emotion she expressed.
Alex was pretty confused as Cole began to speak of a woman he had interests for but no chance with. They were best friends, why wouldn't he tell her about the mystery woman? Maybe she was back in Toronto?

He laid his hand on top of hers as gentle as could be. Alex's jaw hit the floor. The more he spoke the clearer everything became.

"Cole, do you think..? Oh my God. Cole, do you think I'm only into women?" This had to be it. He wasn't close enough to many women to feel how he described and he was pretty confused the day they met. That was the only time Alex mentioned her ex. Now that she thought of it, that was the only ex she ever mentioned. None of the guys she dated in the past were a conversation topic. Plus Cole assuming she was upset because she hadn't been with a woman in a while. Everything clicked. "Cole, am I the woman you think you don't have a chance with? I like men too! I kissed you! Remember?"
Alex returned his hug, swinging him side-to-side in joy. "Yeah, burgers sound great!" she replied, her cheek pressed into his chest. Somehow this felt so natural. She wished she could stay here longer, but she also needed to respect that he was with Chelsea no matter how much Alex didn't like the female. Being so comfortable here with him hurt her heart. She knew she didn't have a chance with him. He proved several times his lack of interest. Alex separated from him and said, "We can head out after they announce the winners. Another hour or so?"

So, the two sat in the stands. Alex didn't need to perform anymore so she was allowed to hang out in the stands. Only four other schools were left to perform after hers. Between performances, Alex looked to Cole and asked, "So what happened? Why did Chelsea leave?" Right now she was happiest that she had her best friend back.
Alex wiped herself down with baby wipes, considering there weren't any showers available to them. She quickly changed from her white uniform into a uniform with a red top and black bottoms. This uniform was the one she practiced in. The Masters wore white pants, those working towards Mastery wore black pants. She tied her black belt around her waist which proudly displayed "Alex Hawke" in gold lettering and two golden stripes.

Alex met up with the others. They talked and stretched together, ensuring their performance would be stellar.

Their dojang was announced and they all stepped out together onto the mats. The lights were dimmed except for those above the performers. The stands quieted down as the music for their performance began. It sounded like the serene ambiance music one would expect from a martial arts movie. Alex stood towards the front of the group of twelve. All at once they moved together, their movements incredibly fluid. They all shouted together, threw their kicks together, and performed their blocks together. They were all moving as one unit.

Suddenly the students split into two groups and the music picked up. They began to play out a scene. Six-versus-six. Alex knew her part well. Her and her partner, a man named Johnny, performed first. They ran to the center of the split group. Johnny threw an amazing tornado kick. Alex allowed his foot to come within a few inches of her face and rolled backwards as if she were hit. At the proper angles it really did look like she was struck. She continued the roll all the way onto her feet. Now it was her turn to retaliate. She threw first a front kick to his stomach, he acted as though the air was knocked out of him, then a jumping double front kick to his face. He did a complete backflip and landed on his feet. Now it was back to him. He began with a knotted kick to her knee, then side. Alex reacted as though she were hit, clutching her ribs with a face of mock pain. He then performed a back side kick to her stomach, in which she buckled her knees, then he finished it with an axe kick, sending her flat onto her stomach. Now was the big finish of their fight scene.
Alex performed an incredibly explosive pushup, allowing her time to jump, tuck her knees to her chest and land in a fighting stance. She shouted her gym's, "Kyup!" and went for the finale. She performed a flying sidekick to his head, making him snap his neck back in a dramatic fashion. She then followed up in lightning fast succession a 45 degree roundhouse to the ribs leading into a spinning back side kick which finally ended up into a spectacular jump spinning back swing kick. Johnny jumped and spun his whole body into the air, spinning like a torpedo. He landed roughly on his back.

Alex ran over to Johnny, grabbed his hand, and lifted him up. He jumped into the air, using her momentum, and performed a front flip. The two returned to the center and shook hands. They then returned to their respective groups and the next pair went up.

Once the final pair was finished, all twelve reformed in their original rectangular formation. The music slowed as they performed more fluid, gentle moves.

The music ended right on time. All black belts performing bowed to the crowd as they cheered and clapped.

Alex looked out to the audience, unable to keep the big smile off her face. Much to her delight she saw Cole up cheering for her without Chelsea. The performers were dismissed.

Alex stepped off the mat, ensuring to bow to it, and made her way to Cole.

"Hey! How'd you like it?" she asked, smile as wide as ever. "Sorry if I'm kinda sweaty."
Alex stepped up and bowed to her competitor, muttering "Thank you" in Korean, a tradition shared by many Taekwondo artists. They were both second degree black belts, so they would have the same arsenal of kicks. The referee whistled the match in and Alex began to bounce on the balls of her feet.

She stepped in, testing the waters. Her opponent was first to strike with a 45-degree side kick. Alex stepped back out, easily dodging it. She stepped in again this time with a snapping kick. Her opponent stepped out.

The match went like this for the first minute, each woman stepping in and kicking, testing the other and their ranges. Finally, the round really began.

Her opponent stepped in, snapping out two front kicks to the solar plexus. Alex stepped out for the first one but the other was right on target. The kick was so powerful that Alex could feel the power through her armor. Her opponent went for a follow-up roundhouse, but Alex circled out and the kick missed. Alex throw her own 45-degree kick, slamming it into her opponent's side.

The first round finished as quickly as it had started. Alex went to her corner and relaxed. Master Howard began to coach her on her technique. "You're doing great. Keep circling and you'll be able to get more kicks in."

Come the second round Alex followed Master Howard's advice. Rather than stepping out, she increased her circling, causing her opponent to miss many kicks, but also leaving less time to counter. Eventually, Alex's opponent got lucky. She swung a hard roundhouse kick for Alex's head. Alex happened to circle right into it.

The top of her opponent's foot made perfect contact with Alex's head, stunning her. Alex tried to regain her bearings, but it was clear that she was dazed. Her footwork was off and her reactions were much slower. Her opponent took advantage of this throwing kick after kick and landing many points. Alex found a way to get in a point here and there, but there was no way she could win.

The round ended. Alex went back to Master Howard shaking off the bit of confusion that remained.

"Alex, you are going to lose if you don't put pressure. Look for any slip up and take your shot. If you don't you will lose."

Alex returned to the center of the mat and the final round started. She began to bounce on the balls of her feet once more, seemingly much better. Really she just wanted this fight to be over. Her head was in so much pain. She wished she could pop a couple pain pills and go to sleep. But then she remembered who was in the crowds watching her. Cole was there. She couldn't look bad in front of him. And Chelsea. Alex refused to look bad in front of her.

Her opponent began to shoot out kicks at an alarming rate. They were quick and powerful, yet not well-targeted. Alex allowed her opponent to throw kicks without retaliating. After the first minute of the final round, her opponent had slowed considerably having gassed herself out. Now Alex was searching for it. The one slip up.

Her opponent moved forward and went to chamber her leg for another front kick.

There! Alex screamed in her own mind. She crossed her left foot behind her right and slid across the mat, shooting out her right foot at an alarming rate. The heel of her right foot made direct contact with her opponent's nose. Her opponent gasped and fell to the mat with a loud thump!

Alex retracted her leg and stayed in her fighting stance, almost unaware that she knocked her opponent out. Those watching the fight erupted in cheers. Alex didn't even realize they were for her until the ref signaled her to take place in the center of the mat.

She jogged to it, her hand was raised, and the crowd clapped more. This was the first- and possibly only- knockout of the day. Alex made her way to the other Taekwondo masters and bowed. She ran over to her opponent who was recovering and bowed. Alex returned to Master Howard who was delighted.

"Nice job! You really used your head there!" They high-fived and Alex looked over to the crowd. She saw Cole there with Chelsea. Alex took her helmet off and lifted her chin with a smug smirk on her face as if to say, "Try me, jerk."

She returned to the lockers to shower and prepare for the demonstrations which would be in an hour.
Alex tossed and turned in her bed, nervous for the next day. It was her tournament. Not only was she participating in the actual fighting, but also in the demonstration competition. The anxiety for the next day ate at her, but so did everything that happened between her and Chelsea. How could someone be so rude? So mean?

As Alex thought, she got a text. She opened it up and read Cole's text. "Oh my Goooood," she groaned, incredibly irritated.

"What's up?" her sleepy roommate, Grace, asked.

"It's all Cole. Remember what I said earlier? About Chelsea and my ex?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he said 'I could tell something was bugging you' as if he didn't hear everything she said! He was right there! And now she's coming to my competition tomorrow! Uuuugh!" Alex slammed back down into her bed and threw a pillow over her face.

"What a bitch," Grace spat, "And he's just an idiot. Do your best tomorrow, everything will work out!"

~~~~~

Alex prepared her white uniform, making sure it looked perfect. She was representing her dojang and wanted to be the best here. It was a team competition. As long as she won her fight, her dojang would get a point. The dojang with the most points by the end would win. Usually competitions and tournaments didn't go like this, but this one did. Alex didn't question it.

She knew she had about half an hour before her fight. She put on her body armor, shin guard, arm guards, and helmet, ensuring they all fit properly before going out there.

Alex looked at the crowd. This was an adult tournament, so there weren't any little kids running around unless they were here to support their elders. Alex spotted Cole and smiled. That was until she also saw Chelsea.

"Alex Hawke" was called over the microphone and Alex moved over to the mat she was to fight at. She did her best to push out any of the distractions in her mind- mainly Cole and Chelsea. Alex stepped onto the mat, ready to fight.
Adelfa shrugged, "It's okay I guess. Just tell me next time."
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