just another teenage love story

Twenty four

It was last period thank god. I can't even begin to tell you how many people have congratulating me or glaring at me. I've even seen some wearing that stupid #justiceforatacy shirt. I got bored and side tracked so I started doodling on my notebook. It was a drawing of the kid next to me. I'm really hoping she doesn't notice me glancing at her. "Not bad" a males voice said from behind my shoulder. I jumped slightly and quickly covered my drawing. "You seem to have lots of talents" I turned to see Jeremy with a cheeky smile. "What do you mean?" I said bluntly as I turned back to the teacher. "I wasn't kidding about that boxing thing. Boxing is my life football is just a hobby" I was surprised that he wasn't joking. The bell rang making everyone pack up. "Here be there yea?" He handed me a piece of paper before walking out the door. I looked at the ripped off corner and it had an address, most likely to his gym, and the time 5:30. I got home to see a not on the fridge from my uncle. "Gone til Monday" was all it said. I get the house to myself. By the time I got home it was close to 4:30. I quickly jumped in the shower. I needed to wash the stench of school away. I quickly threw my semi dry hair into a ponytail in an attempt to tame the waves. I glanced in the mirror and gaged. I added a thin layer of foundation and got dressed. Sports bra and my old jogging leggings. Might as well jog to the address. When I got there it was a little before 5:30. "Aye look at you you came" Jeremy came walking up to me shirtless already wearing gloves. "Nothing better to do" I mumbled earning a small chuckled. I shot my head around to see a tall muscular man covered in tattoos. "That's Sam" Jeremy informed me. "The trainer" Sam said cheekily shooting Jeremy a playful look. Jeremy walked me to a punching bag. "Show me what you got." I gave him a questioning look. His nodded his head towards the bag and I stood with my left shoulder facing it. I swung my body around hitting the bag with a right hook sending it swinging. "Not bad but I want to work on your form" I nodded and he stood behind me adjusting my stance. He instructed me to swing again but this time my body weight had more of a play in it. He went on showing me combos and correcting my stance. Not gonna lie when he showed me what to do I watched his muscles more than his fists. After an intense work out I looked at the time. 8 o'clock really?? "I should get home now" I spoke up wiping the sweat from my forehead. "Alright, hey here's my number text me and we can schedule another training session." I just nodded and walked home.