Roxanne practiced her moves at the Gotham Park, thankful that it was cloudy today. Both her parents were still working and the only people back at home were Roxanne's sister and her sister's boyfriend. It was a thought she didn't find enjoyable. Roxanne delivered a swift round house kick with her right leg, trying to take her mind off of what was going on at home right now.
"Nice moves," a voice said, distracting her. "For a beginner."
"Who are you calling a beginner?" Roxanne asked, getting her left leg ready to kick and keeping her arms in a fighting stance.
"Only ones here are the two of us," the boy said arrogantly. "So, I'm guessing you."
"I'll have you know that I'm a—" Roxanne began, irritated with the stranger's attitude, only to find herself looking into the eyes of a boy about her age.
With jet black hair that fell into his emerald green eyes, a pretty yet strong face, bad boy clothes and a physiq