Gia p.o.v
Looking around his basement I was nervous. It was just me and him and punching bag
Zyler: your brother or dad never taught you to fight
Me: no
Zyler; why
Me: something about women shouldn't fight they should clean and cook or work
Zyler: that's dumb as fuck..bitches be fighting these days
He turned some music on and threw his locs in a bun
Zyler: okay show me your fighting stance
Me: um like this
I put my hands up close to my face and was standing straight
Zyler: (sighs) this is gonna be a lot of work
Me: umm zy why are you helping me
Zyler: uh cause I want to
Me: no I'm serious-
Zyler: fine fine I'm tired of people doing you dirty and shit
Me: oh okay well thanks
Zyler: your welcome
End p.o.v
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