Alex lowered his foot slowly, not daring to relax quite yet, even though from the sprawl of arms and legs his opponent wasn’t exactly prepared to leap to his feet. “You fell over.”
“No I didn’t, I was—” He glared up at him, obviously replaying the events in his head. His eyes widened. “You cheated!”
“I didn’t.” It was over. The minute he had to resort to calling Alex a cheat Kennet had lost and, from the hatred flaring in his eyes, he knew it too.
“You did! One minute your leg was there and then… And then it’s like — it… you…” Words finally failed him. Alex was glad; the temptation to kick him in the face was starting to become overwhelming.
“Is there a problem?” The presence of the instructor behind him made the flesh across Alex’s shoulders creep.
“He cheated,” Kennet said flatly, finding his voice again. “He did something — used a skill or something—”
“Did you use a skill?”
Alex turned to see cold grey eyes fixed on him. He hadn’t wanted to admit it this early, where everyone could see, but there was no point in lying. He nodded slowly.
The eyes assessed him for a little longer, then slid away to stare down at Kennet, who was only just pushing himself into a standing position. “Then you didn’t cheat. Please go and partner Lucia. Kennet, you can take five minutes to recover, then find yourself a new partner.” Before either boy could answer he’d moved to work with another pair.