‘Frigging surprising though.’ Jax said as the stone clattered behind him. ‘Who’d think Miss Hallister would be into fighting?’

‘Yeah well. I don’t reckon she meant us to see them flyers. She was ‘anding them out to the girls. Giving them tips on self defence against us brutes as likely.’ Anders jerked his chin up as a car horn blared. ‘She can’t turn us away, not after all that equality shite she rams down our throats.’

‘Where are you, Blaine?’ Jax shouted at his phone. Another car horn blared as Blaine, Mason, and Harlen swerved their bikes through the traffic and onto the pavement skidding to a halt before Jax and Anders.

‘We’re here and ready to fight.’ Blaine shouted and fist bumped Jax. ‘Had to wait for pretty girl.’ He jerked his thumb towards a red-faced Mason.

‘What’s with the tiny pink bike Mason?’ Anders asked. ‘Love the shiny tassels. And is that a fairy sticker?’

‘My bloody bike’s got a puncture.’ Mason grumbled. ‘Nicked me sister’s.’ He laughed. ‘Big trouble later so I hope this ‘ere fight club learns me something.’

‘He’s lying.’ Harlen punched Ander’s fist. ‘He really wants a unicorn.’ He spun his bike to avoid a thump from Mason. ‘We going then or what?’

‘Yeah.’ Jax said. ‘It’s in the community hall behind the library.’

Blaine grimaced. ‘My Mum goes to yoga there, you sure it’s the right place?’

‘It’s a hall dude.’ Ander’s shrugged.

Blaine circled Ander’s as they crossed the grass to the library, until Anders kicked his back wheel and Blaine fell.

‘Hope we’re partnered, Anders. I owe you a fist.’ Blaine said and laughed.

They blustered around the back of the building to the community centre.

‘Hello boys.’ Miss Hallister greeted them. ‘What brings you here?’

Jax held out the scrunched flyer. ‘Fight club, we wanna join.’

Miss Hallister smiled. ‘Really? Are you sure?’

‘Yeah. That a problem?’ Mason swaggered up, dumping his bike by the door.

‘No problem, Mason. There’s a stand for your bikes.’ She pointed to a metal frame. ‘Have you brought sports kit to change into? And the five-pound introductory fee?’

Harlen patted his backpack and the others nodded.

Miss Hallister opened the entrance door and accepted their crumpled money. ‘Well then, come in, get changed and join us in the hall when you’re ready.’

They hustled into the men’s changing rooms.

‘Did you see her face? Thought she was gonna faint.’ Anders said.

‘See the smirk when she spied Mason’s bike?’

‘Shut up Blaine. You ready?’

They swaggered into the hall and froze.

‘That’s your mum,’ Blaine hissed in Jax’s ear. ‘What’s she doing at a fight class?’

Jax gulped.

‘Welcome, boys, to the first session of ‘Full Intense Gyrating Hip Therapy,’ Miss Hollister said with a grin.  

And that’s it, a flash fiction story with a twist.

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