"Don't think I want to" I said back. "you British Smartass" he growled. "You must be Charlie. A pleasure to meet you" I said without a smile. "At least I could've been. I mostly think you're a dick. but hey, to each their own" I added quickly. Charlie brandished his knife. I smiled at him, though I'm sure the pure expression in it froze him for a second. 
                          
"Try it, I dare you" I said, smile changing into a smirk. Charlie glared. "How about a deal for the winner, Charlie?" I asked. "Sure, I'm a slut for deals" Charlie said with a sly grin. "You win the fight, I join your stupid little gang in any station you choose. If I win, I become the leader and you become my bitch. Deal?" I proposed. 
                          
Charlie laughed. "Sure think, Twig. Meet behind the gym after detention" Charlie replied, letting go of my shirt. I put my feet back on the desk and pulled out my phone. "Boss'll beat his punk ass." said some guys in the corner as Charlie sat with them.
                          
You: Guess what. Classic duel behind the gym after detention. Winner gets the loser as a bitch
                          
Allen: That's serious. He could gang up on u.
                          
You: Yeah. But tell me I haven't taken on guys twice the size of a highschool teenager and in a bigger gang before? And that was when you and Jas were getting everyone else up.
                          
Allen: U got me there. Imma head over w/ Jas just incase U need backup.
                          
You: Do what you will. Just don't get involved until it gets serious
                          
Allen: K. Gonna get 'im & we'll B over in a few
                          
You: Alright
                          
It didn't take much longer for the bell to ring and Charlie to get his guys and leave. I got up, fixed my vest, adjusted my hoodie and grabbed my bag. Slinging it over my shoulder I left. Thumbs in my pockets and walking like a badass. 
                          
'Wait until he finds out he's fighting a girl' I chuckled to myself. I was on the path to the back of the gym. Where the shed of extra equipment for the track and sports fields were. I saw Charlie standing there in the dirt. Some of his guys sitting dangerously on the sidelines in a large circle. I dropped my bag at the corner. From the edge of my vision I saw the sun flash quickly off one of Allen's ear piercings. 
                          
I looked away and took off my fedora. Setting it on the bag and going to stand a distance from Charlie. His guy's closed the circle around us. "Let's dance, twinkle toes" Charlie said, spinning the knife in this hand. I stood with hands up like a boxer. But I didn't hop around. "You get the first move, fatass" I replied smoothly. "First one to fall on his ass looses." said another guy. "Anything goes but outside intervention is immediate loss. We have rules" he added. "Glad to see you have fighting rules" I said to him. "We're not unorderly thugs on most things" Charlie replied. "Congrats on that" I said. 
                          
"Ready" The guy said.
                          
"Set" he added. 
                          
"FIGHT" he shouted, backing away from the centre of the 'ring' quickly. 
                          
Charlie charged as his boys started shouting and cheering wildly. I ducked out of the way and took some steps back. He looked surprised for a moment before spinning and slashing wildly. I kept on my toes and dodged each attack quickly. I waited, taking Charlie out into circles until his energy was drained in attacking. I smirked and then kicked him. Hitting his side. He stumbled backwards. He charged at me with the knife in hand. 
                          
I grabbed his wrist, pushed his arm up higher and spun around. Holding it behind his back at a painful angle. he dropped it. I let go and kicked the small of his back to he stumbled forward. He unfortunately stayed standing. I stepped on the  knife and swooped down to clutch it in my hand as he ran towards me. I took a few steps to the side and stuffed the knife into my back pocket. Unuseable and unfair.