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// The Last Weekend 3-4 
// Story: The Girls 
// by Chelis 
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I left the bunker and ran into the hallways with Nassir and Jenna. My heart was racing, but that was all the time when I was with Jenna. I mean, I could tell her how I feel about her, but-

"Hey Josh, hurry up!" She said to me.

"Yes, mamacita!" I said as I broke off my thought. When we reached the glass doors of our school I saw them. They outnumbered us two to one, all of them looking mean and ugly.

"How does it look?" Jenna asked the group of students guarding the door. They had chained the doors shut and were ready to fight off the mob

"They’re organizing. Doesn't look like they are trying to storm the school yet"

"They’re not organizing, they’re waiting for us to come out there and fight them. What do they think this is, a gentleman's game?" Jenna said as she walked to the doors. "Unlock the chains, let me fight them."

My heart was racing a bit more. This was my chance.

"If you are going, I'm going with you," I offered.

"Sure, if you can keep up," she accepted.

The doors were unlocked and we walked outside, the group saw us and began to march our way.

"Nassir, you know the plan," she smiled.

"Right, Jenna. Get the paintball club on the roof to get us out after you kick their ass" Nassir smiled as he closed the door.

"I guess I can't have all the fun," Jenna said to me with a wink.

You know what, fuck it.

"H-hey Jenna?" I asked.

She sighed. "If you want to say something you might as well do it now."

"I liked you since elementary school. It's a shit time to ask for a date but when this is all over… You think you could… Give me a chance?"

Jenna looked at me, annoyed. "You chose a shit time to do that," she said.

"Yeah I -"

I was interrupted with a pair of lips on my mouth; hers. She was on her tiptoes, her hands using my chest as a support. It felt like forever, yet it had to last only for a second.

"I've been waiting since elementary school for you to ask."

Our eyes darted to the crowd, and we broke off the moment.



"Whoever knocks out the least of these fucks buys dinner," Jenna challenged.

"Sounds good to me."

Jenna was the first to run to the oncoming mob and opened up the fight with a dropkick square in the chest of one of the fool's. He fell back, taking a few others with him. I was the second person to take a swing, which landed in the belly of a larger kid. He went down crying. Someone took a swing at me, which I ducked under and countered with another shot in the stomach, which made him fall as well. The third guy actually made contact, but it was my rib, which was nothing for me basically, and I repaid his kindness with a hit to the face.

The thing was I have been boxing and fighting my whole life, these guys probably have never been in a fight before, which made things a bit unfair. Then again, I would have loved if my fights were as easy as this.

One Punch Man, that's my name! My name again is One Punch Man! I sang to myself, with each landing shot taking down whoever caught it. Jenna was trying her own thing; punches, kicks, flying kicks, backflips. She was tearing them up like the Matrix or something. I still don't even know how she learned to fight like that. Sometimes I doubted that she knew what she was doing, somehow pulling off the crazy combos hasn't failed her yet. It was two against the world, but I felt as we were fighting with one heart, and one fist.

There was a really fat one that was eyeing the door. He dug his foot into the ground a few times like a bull and charged to the door. He was going to use his weight to break down the door. Nassir and everyone looking on were backing up and preparing for the door to take the hit. That distraction was long enough for someone to swing a pipe at me. He was slow, so a backing up and countering with a right jab was enough to drop the pipe and run in fear.

"Jenna!" I yelled as I tossed the metal pipe in the air. She punched someone in the gut, and used him as a springboard to leap above the crowd. She grabbed the pipe and flung it to the charging guy. The pipe got him clear in the back of the head and he dropped, tumbling to the ground until he was stopped by the doors, holding his head and kicking his legs around in pain.

On the roof, there was a fire escape access stairway that lead to it. I knew the paintball teams were on their way when I heard the doors open, even with the cries and screams of everyone we had beaten. I looked behind me and they dropped down a rope ladder.

"Go J! I'll hold them off!" Jenna commanded.

I did as she asked. I started climbing as two of the larger guys were pulling me up. Everyone else started firing their paintballs to the crowd they began to scatter to the other side of the street when Jenna made a break for the ladder, which was out of her reach if she reached for it. To deal with that, Jenna ran a few steps off the brick wall and reached for the last plank in the ladder with no issue. She used the ladder to basically walk up the wall and to my arms, where she gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"I won, you owe me dinner," she giggled.

I let go of her as the paintball team was making their way down the stairs again. Jenna and I were the last ones down the stairs, not before locking it behind us.