We walk through the corridors side by side towards the training room, we have just came from the infirmary for a plaster for my hand. It's 07:13, I would usually still be in bed by now but no, I'm up going to work out or hopefully watch Eric work out instead of participating.
We turn a corner and the large, grey double doors to the training room come into view. Eric pushes the door open for me and I go through, such a gentlemen he always holds the door open for me. We enter the training room and the room isn't too full but I am surprised with the amount of people here, there's about 20, and because it's such a big place it feels like it's hardly full. "What do you do first?" I ask Eric looking around the room.
"Weights but got to do a warm up first." I nod and look at Eric he looks at me a grin on his face, what the hell is Eric's warm up?
"What do you mean by warm up? stretches?" I hope that is what it is, I can do stretches.
"Stretches?" He scoffs, "Punch bags, maybe some running." I bite the inside of my mouth.
"Stop doing that." Eric says as we walk towards the the punch bags.
"Doing what?"
"Biting the inside of your mouth." I look at him and he's serious.
"Sorry, Dad." I smile a little and Eric looks at me sternly.
He walks over to an orange punch bag and grabs some bandages and begins to wrap them around his large, manly hands, I sit down on the concrete and get ready to watch the show. He looks at me through the corner of his eye a small smirk on his face, "Your not going to join in?" I shake my head,
"No, I'll just watch, my hand hurts." He shrugs and looks at me like he's scanning me, I quickly look away feeling a little uncomfortable.
"You're beautiful you know." I hear him say, I feel myself beginning to heat up, I look at the floor in front of me not knowing what to do.
"Thanks, I guess. I'm not good with compliments." I admit and I hear him chuckle.
"I can tell, now stop distracting me so I can warm up." I see him get ready to start punching the bag,
"How am I distracting you?" I question and Eric looks at me,
"Because." Is all he says,
"Because?" I pry.
"I keep looking at you, turn around." I laugh and turn around like he asked, I hear him laugh a little.
"I didn't mean it literally." He says, I turn back around and he sends me a smile before he starts to punch the bag.
His muscles ripple every time he hits the it and I stare at him in awe at how powerful he is, I would defiantly not want to get into a fight with him!
Sweat begins to form over his arms and the rest of his body and I find it really hot, I try not to stare at him too much but it's becoming hard so I decide to stretch because I can do that. But I'm not getting up because that's way to much energy being used.
I put my legs out in front of me and make sure they are straight, pointing my toes and then bringing my toes towards me. After some more leg stretches I stop and look at Eric some more, he's slowed down a bit and is hitting the bag softer, he must be finishing.
A minute goes and Eric unwraps his hands and dumps it in a bin next to the last or first (depending on where you are) punchbag, which is full of white bandages. I get up from my seat on the floor and shake my legs out and walk over to Eric, he walks over to me, we meet halfway. "Have you finished your warm up?" I ask hoping that he has so I don't have to join in,
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Fanfiction17 year old Nadine transferred a year ago to Dauntless from Amity to leave the awful memories that haunt her and the hatred from her younger sister. She becomes close to a certain Dauntless Leader who she had a crush on during initiation, so everyt...
