Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter Twenty-Three Prt. 2

Driving to the other side of town didn't take that long. We got to the studio in probably five minutes and it took another five for us to get ready. Sookie was checking her phone camera and ready to film the whole thing. I told her that it was unnecessary but she said she wanted to catch them getting beat up on camera. Apparently that kind of stuff is amusing for her.

To each their own I guess.

The studio was pretty big. It was a tall building with half of a second floor making up for a small lounge on top. The rest of it was empty space and large windows used for natural lighting. First floor consisted of the actual work out area. To the far right was a separate room with a thin pane of glass separating the mats, punching bags and all that from the work out equipment. As soon as you walk in there's the stairs leading you up top. Then two doors which led to the locker room and showers. One for women, the other for men.

In the center of it all was a large ring. Just thinking about seeing that old thing again made me all excited. How many people did I beat up in there? I can't remember anymore but it sure was fun.

I stopped right at the entrance.

"Ila-"

"I know, I see it."

At the front of the parking lot was a small van with graffiti on the side. It read, Down with the young, with a cartoonish dick next to it. Both written in a bright yellow and highlighted with an ugly brown.

Why? Just why?

There doesn't seem to be anyone in there though. When I walked to the front door I was surprised to find it open. I know for a fact Mr. Leanin would never leave this place open. Nothing seemed to be broken or scratched though. Looks like someone can lock pick.

I pressed my finger against my lips. Both Sookie and Pori understand to shut the fuck up. Those idiots were already inside. They were either to stupid not to notice the cameras all over the place or too stupid not to care. Tomorrow, I'm calling for someone to install a damn security alarm and a gate over the entrance.

Thwack! Thwack!

"Hold the bag fucking still would you?"

Thwack!

Two by the punching bags. One at the benches behind them watching. Then two others in front of the glass of the work out room. Five of them total. Three of them looked like complete noodles so dealing with them would be easy. The one hitting the bag seemed to have pretty good form and strength but nothing compared to Gun. Another easy target.

But him. The tall guy with messy dark hair smirked as he pulled out a couple cans of spray paint. He had a lean but muscular build and there was this energy around him that made me cautious. It was hard to tell what if he had any experience fighting judging on his figure alone but he looked pretty light on his feet.

Normally I wouldn't care a damn about who was strong or weak but both Sookie and Porfirio were here with me. Porfirio knew a couple defensive techniques. If it came down to a real fight though I hardly doubt he'd be able to take down more than one guy. Sookie is spirited but these guys were stronger than her.

What sucked more was that if I told either of them to run off without me they'd stare at me like I was stupid. Sookie would probably even start cursing at me and saying something about not being a coward. I don't care if she's a fucking coward I just don't want her to get hurt!

"The three of you stop messing around and grab a can!"

I turned back to look at both of them. With my index finger I pointed at both of them and then at the door. Don't move from here. They both understood what I meant but there's no telling if they'll actually listen to me. If they don't want to get in my way then they better.