Divine Intervention

Becky looks on, afraid for her lover’s life.

“I hope you can stand a taste of this.” Dani trash talks.

Christina grins.

“Give me your best shot.”

Christina dances around Dani as she moves in, eager to score the first blow. The cheerleader edges closer towards her, but not before Christina snaps back, punching her in the cheek. Dani disregards the bruise as her cheek stings. She keeps her eyes on the prize.

“Seems you’re not as good at this boxing thing as I thought.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Is that a threat or a suggestion?”

“Maybe both.”

They dance around each other once more, looking out for an opening. Dani throws a left hook, only to be blocked by Christina’s fists. The soccer player counters with hits of her own, marring the cheerleader’s otherwise pristine face. Back and forth they go, trading blows like featherweights in the ring.

Dani breaks away, drawing in a breath as she plans her next move. Christina’s poker face reveals little in the way of psychology. She puts up her dukes, waiting patiently in the manner of one confident that she has the initiative.

The movements of the two remind Becky of a planet orbiting a star as Dani draws in close before pulling away from Christina’s grasp. The sight of the two facing off against each other is both epic and highly erotic—like a sculpture of two Amazons facing off for supremacy. The fluidity of their movements, the proximity of skin against skin… Becky’s thoughts stray as she fights to pay attention.

Sensing Christina’s waning guard, Dani moves in. The combo of left and right hooks catches her opponent off-guard. Christina rebounds with punches of her own. Trails of blood ooze out of Dani’s broken nose. The sanguine scene angers her even more.
Her eyes flutter as she struggles to fight off the dizziness. She pulls away again.

Christina growls.

“Pussy. Why don’t you finish what you started?”

“I am.”

Becky gasps at the sight of a shadow over her.

“Who’s the odds on favorite?” Mr. Doe places a hand on her shoulder.

“Mr. Doe! Shouldn’t you be, like, grading papers and stuff.”

“What do you think I got in my hand?” He lifts his briefcase.

“Taking your work home with you?”

“Life of a teacher! Hey you two!” He shouts at the contestants. “Knock it off!”

The plea falls on deaf ears.

“I said, stop it! Before you both get hurt!”

The shrill shout is enough to break them out of their competition.

“Mr. Doe?” They respond in unison.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“We can explain.” Dani hangs her head low.

“I’m sure you could. Right now I’m more interested in those bruises on your faces.”

“It’s completely innocent!” Christina begs. “I swear.”

“Somehow your pleas don’t move me.”

The teacher glances at Becky.

“Maybe someone more impartial could tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s a bet…” Becky figets. “It’s kind of complicated.”

“You can tell the principal tomorrow morning.” Mr. Doe is gruff. “Right now
I think it’s a good idea for you all to get the hell out before the po-po gets curious.”

He glances at Evelyn’s **** frame, splayed out from the beating she took from Christina.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Long story.” Christina waves her hand dismissively.

“Leave her to her fate.” The teacher motions for them to scatter. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Yes, sir.” She darts back into the school.

“Next time I catch you doing something foolish like this again.” He admonishes her.

I promise you I won’t be as charitable.”

Not surprisingly, the P.D. pulls up minutes later.

“My God!” The older of two officers calls out. “What happened?”

“Thank Heavens!” Mr. Doe’s cries. “This woman needs to get to a hospital!
Quick!”

“Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“It happened so fast…” The instructor’s voice quivers. “One minute she was standing there, and the next thing I know…”

“She looks black and blue all over.”

“You know, I’ve heard of students getting struck in the parking lot. But not like this.”

“The make? What was it? Domestic, foreign?”

“I can’t remember. Honda, Chevy…something like that.”

Mr. Doe smiles as the call is put in. Whatever Evelyn had planned, she’s going to be in for a rude awakening.