𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒

4 - 𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑎ℎ

~Xavier Hernandez~

I hardly slept last night, total of 2 hours of sleep. Forcing myself out of bed, I make my way to the bathroom. I'm still in pain from last nights mission but it's fine. While brushing my teeth I make my way into my closet grabbing a pair of my black shorts. After rinsing the toothpaste out of my mouth, I wash my face with cold water to wake me up. I change into my black shorts, unplug my phone from my nightstand and on the way out of my room I grab my AirPods.

As I entered the kitchen, I opened the fridge grabbing two water bottles. After walking out of the kitchen, I turn the corner to the basement stairs and make my way down.

Flipping the light switch on, I head towards the bench to place both of my water bottles down. Setting up the punching bags I started punching, not taking one break. After an hour of punching, I heard foot steps from upstairs, not thinking anything of it.

I heard a faint voice coming from upstairs.

"Where's Xavier?" After a couple minutes, there was foot steps coming from the basement stairs. My head turned to the sliding door once I heard it open.

"What's wrong?" I raised my eyebrow while bending down and grabbing my water bottle, taking a sip from it.

"I didn't know you had a gym, why didn't you tell me?" Stella gasped while walking around looking at all the equipment.

As I was warming up to start punching the punching bag again, I stopped myself and turned to Stella, who was still looking at the equipment.

"Want to spar?" I grinned while I walked over, grabbing Stella and myself a pair of gloves. Stella turned around and ran for the stairs, not looking back.

"Where the hell are you going?" I yelled so she would be able to hear me from upstairs.

"ILL BE RIGHT BACK." Her footsteps stomping as she ran up the second stair case, probably heading for her room. A couple of minutes later, Stella had come back, but I didn't even hear her.

"I'm ready when you are." She grinned while tying her hair up. My god. I looked her up and down, I couldn't help but stare at her body.

"Always." I tossed her gloves and grabbed mine while I walked towards the rink. We both started to circle each other.

"You know I'm not going easy on you, right?" I cackled while staring at her dead in the eye.

"Who says I was going easy on you in the first place?" She smirked.

"First one to give up, loses ?" I raised my eyebrow while she nodded her head yes.

Straight away she threw a punch to my face, I caught her hand and twisted it behind her. She spun around kicking her leg up and hit the side of my neck. Using my free hand, I send my fist flying into her jaw. Stella took her leg and kicked me in the back of the leg, making me drop to my knees. She jumped half way onto my shoulders, one leg dangling off. Stella wrapped her arms around my neck and put me into a head lock.

Stella lowered down by my ear and whispered, "I win."

I shook my head and laughed, my hands gripped around her arms and her leg. Flipping her off of me, she goes flying into the ground.

Before she got a chance to move, I grabbed both of her hands and put them above her head, leaned in and whispered "I think I won." I chuckled.

Right when I released her hands, she flipped me over on my back. She sat on my chest, putting both legs on either side. Putting her hand on my shoulder, Stella kept direct eye contact with me. Once she broke the eye contact she started to repeatedly punch my face over and over again until she finally gave up. Without saying anything, Stella got up, fixed her ponytail and flipped me off on the way out.