All About Mia

Chapter twenty eight

*3,6,9 damn they fine move it to you sock it to me one more time

Get low, Get low

Get low, Get low

Get low, Get low

Get low…

To the window, to the wall,

To the sweat drop down my balls,

All these bitches crawl,

All skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

All skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)*

I couldn’t help myself from listening to this song while doing some MMA in our spare room. It was originally one of the guest bed rooms but I told mum I wanted to do some of my training and so she was happy to get some workers in, to turn it into a training room. The carpet was removed and placed with this really nice shinny floorboard, which you always see at school gyms. On the left side of the room there was a yoga mat and a mini fridge with some bottles of water and some Gatorades. The right side of the room was just a simple mini gym. It had a rather large punching bag, bench press, simple weights for squats, a thick rope hanging from the ceiling for upper body strength and also a simple pole hanging from the celling which is for pull ups.

I’m not a gym freak or anything but I do like to exercise and stay fit, it takes my mind off of things. I like dancing but it’s nothing serious. However Rugby I am in love with. No one knows I dance except for Jackson and that was because he saw me and as for MMA only Brent, Brodie and mum know. I kind of want to keep it that way. Less stress about why I’m not the perfect girl.

Anyway, back to training before my mind drifted off. I was wear black short shorts and a black sports bra. I had some simple gloves on and I was working on some of my flips and then kicks and punches on the punching bag. I’ve been working in here for at least an hour. It was a Monday morning and It was only 6am.

I went to over to the rope and started climbing. I remember my first time climbing anything and it used to be a tree. When I would run from my dad sometimes I would climb a really high tree and he could never get to me.

I shook my head to get rid of the memories and kept climbing, obviously a rope was a lot harder then being able to hold onto branches and stand on them for support but I knew if I mastered this which I pretty much have then climbing things would just become easy.

The music was still playing and echoing through the room until I heard the song change to one I still loved seeing as how it was my ipod connected to the speakers.

* I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem,

And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem,

I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem,

And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem,

I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem,

And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem,

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem,

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it. *

I couldn’t help but sing to the song then I realised I was at the top of the rope and as soon as I heard someone cough I realised someone was in the room.

Well duh! You stupid girl! How did the song change then!

Of course being paranoid like I was I jumped at the random sound of someone being here unexpectedly. I lost my concentration of the rope and fell, I shut my eyes ready to hit the floor but instead i felt someone’s arms hold me. I opened my eyes and saw Jackson smirking at me.