Her Fighter

F i v e

A few days have passed and it seems everyone has been quite calm.

Sarah has been shopping for bikinis as if there's no tomorrow.

Jake and Edward have been trying to convince us to go to every place they hear of and Camilla has been tagging along.

Cameron has been weird with Zac ever since their meeting in the kitchen for the first time.

I have just been around everyone, enjoying every moment of time I get with them.

When we all return home, we're all going to look for a home in Florida.

Sarah and I have been eyeing a specific Apartment.

Jake hasn't decided whether he wanted to live with us or on his own.

But that was a decision he could make after we decided for sure.

“We're here," Zac says, bringing me back to reality.

Last night he asked if I wanted to join him at work, to see what he does exactly.

I haven't been near a boxing ring for a while and decided it would be a good idea.

We climb out the car and head over to the building.

Zac walks in with a bag over his shoulder.

The place reminds me of our club back in high school, only bigger.

When I spot the ring, my heart races.

It brings back so many memories to see a place like this.

“Coach Zac!" I hear a small voice from the other side of the room.

I spot a small girl running towards Zac and hugging him.

"Hello to you too, Penelope," he ruffles her hair.

She's wearing boxing gloves and looks no older than eight.

When she spots me, her eyes wide.

"She's pretty," she attems to whisper.

Zac and I both chuckle at the little frame.

As if she didn't say that a second ago she hops up and down, asking when the training starts.

Zac tells her to go stretch and he'll be rights out.

As quickly as possible for her small legs, she runs to the ring.

"She reminds me of you, y'know?" he states.

"She's going to be a great fighter," I smile.

Zac nods, then makes his way to the lockers.

He places the bag on the bench, then takes out his gloves.

"How many other people do you train?"

"I train seventeen, each three times a week."

He must really enjoy his job.

"Penelope is the youngest," he smiles.

"I'm sure yo-" in interrupted by my phone ringing.

"I'm sorry, I have to answer this."

I answer and make my way to the door.

"Hey, Edward."

"We need to talk, come to the beach house."

Without another word, he hangs up.

Sighing, I make my way back to Zac.

"That was quick."

"Yeah, Edward wants me at the house, I'm sorry."

"No it's okay, another time then," he offers a smile.

Just as I'm about the leave, Zac calls my name.

I turn back around and his head drops.

"I'm sorry," he says.

I want to ask what for, but I already know.

"It's in the past now."

And with that I leave.

Once the taxi drops me off at the house, I go in and search for Edward.

The others are out with Sarah and it seems Edward stayed behind.

"What was so urgent?" I ask as I approach him in the living room.

"Sit."

Sighing I take a seat and await his response.

"What are you doing running off with Zac?"

"I wasn't, he took me to the boxing club he runs," I frown.

"You shouldn't spend quality time with him."

"Edward, I love you, but you can't tell me who I ca spent time with or not, Zac is a friend."

"A friend?"

"Why is everyone so fixated on the idea of more, for goodness sake, Cameron is the one I'm with," I sigh, standing up.

"I'm going to sat it for the last time, Zac is in the past."

"I'm just worried, Emma," he states.

"I'm fine."

Not speaking any further I head upstairs.

I can't have everyone on my case of what happened three years ago.

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