Protecting Mr. Wimp *Editing*

Chapter 24.

Protecting Mr. Wimp

Chapter 24

"Okay Michael, punch it, this time, try a bit harder."

He took a deep breath and eyed the punching-bag with a determined look on his face, 'You don't look so tough' He thought as he threw a punch at it, hard. But, unfortunately, the thing didn't even move an inch. He tried again, nothing. He continuously hit the bag a couple of times but each time, nothing happened.

He groaned, "This is useless, Gina. The stupid thing didn't even move!"

She sighed, "I asked you to punch harder, not even more clumsier."

"That wasn't a clumsy punch!"

She snorted, "Please, even my grandma can hit harder than that."

"No surprise there, after all, it is your grandma." He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

"Good," She sighed again, "What's the matter with you, Michael? You were great at lifting weights but when it comes to punching, you're just hopeless."

"Hey," He started, sounding offended, "I'm not that bad at it."

"You're right,"

"I am?"

"Yeah, you're not bad, you're worse than bad."

"Ugh, what do you expect me to do, Gina? We've been trying this for hours! I just can't do it!" He kicked the bag in frustration and surprisingly, this time, it did move.

Gina raised her eyebrows, "Maybe you should practice on kicking."

He grumbled, "That I can do." He threw a couple of hard kicks to the bag and it shook each time his foot came in compact with it. After a few more kicks, he stopped. Panting, he went over to one of the benches in the gym and sat down, picking up his bottle and gulping down some water.

Gina followed, giving him an impressed look, "I think kicking things in more of your type of thing, you're good with that," His face lit up when she praised him, "But, I said, 'good' not 'very good' or 'out of this world'," He frowned, "Plus, if you'll drink that much water while practicing, you'll start to feel nauseous."

He nodded, standing up, "Alright, but I want to go to my room now. Isn't this enough for today?"

She shook her head, "No, Michael. We still have a lot to do."

He scowled, "Gina, I'm sweating here! We'll do this tomorrow." With that, he started to walk outside the gymnasium.

She shrugged and followed, "Whatever, your loss."

"Yeah, sure." He snorted.

He stepped outside the gym and headed straight for his room, his parents had decided to turn one of the rooms into Michael's personal gym upon Gina's request. The only good thing was, he didn't have to drive all the way to the gym, it was just a few steps away from him.

He was just about to open the door to his room when he heard Gina say, "Be at the gym tomorrow at 8:00 AM. Don't be late Travis, or I'll make tomorrow's practice hell for you."

He groaned, she has always been the one for prefect timing, "Sure thing, coach."

Let's just hope he does wake up before eight.

*

A knock sounded on her door as she finished making the bed. She glanced at the door and called out, "Come in."