Chapter 17 Technically I won

I'm not going to lose this fight, especially when a leave from school is on the line. I see that the girls have gathered around for a closer look at our muscles as we did our chin ups. I started to lose my speed since I had a cast that added a couple of pounds to my weight it was a challenge to keep up my speed to match Gun's but by that point school was almost over. I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my wrist that loosened my grip on the bar and I was hanging by one arm. "Fuck!" I jumped down on the ground holding my wrist massaging it but it didn't relieve the pain.

Seeing this Gun hopped down and came towards me. "Your wrist is sprained. I guess I shouldn't have made you do pull ups with the cast huh?" He laughed. I really wanted to put him in a arm bar but my leg was not capable of that. "Since school is almost over I'll treat you to whatever you want instead of the leave of absence. Since technically I won. But since you got hurt because of me, I'll treat you to anything you want." I smirked I already knew what I wanted. I want the full course meal at Taste Of Italy restaurant. They had my favorite pasta dish. I take my shirt from Michael and put it on, Michael says that he will drop off the clothes in my class at my house later and I thank him as I limp my way with crutches to Gun's car which is way to flashy for a teacher. I mean what kind of teacher drives a fucking Audi S5? Gun seems to have read my thoughts. "At least I didn't bring my McLaren." he says.