The Boxing Bet and The Bad Boy [Under major editing]

Chapter five

~Hilary POV~

After arriving at the gym I stretch and harm up my muscles and I head straight for the punching bag.

Today is all about attack. Where to attack a person and where their weakest points are.

It's quite funny, in my head I have everything planned out perfectly and then when I put my plan into action it all crash and burns. The only reason I know half the stuff I do is because of movies and books. If it wasn't for the movie 'Rocky' I would have no bloody idea of anything related to boxing.

After watching multiple YouTube videos, more then 50% of it was actually related to boxing, I had a good idea of what to do and how to build up my strength. Let's just hope what I imagine in my head happens in reality.

I tape my hands, to prevent the skin from splitting, and head to a punching bag.

Before I punch I take a minute to just look around the gym. I notice there isn't many people, actually there is only one other person at this gym and that person is a old man working at the counter and he is distracted with whatever is on his computer.

I look at my watch and see its 7:53pm, surly there would be someone here. I shrug me shoulders and turn my attention back to the punching bag.

Honestly, the less the merrier.

Wait that doesn't sound right.

I shake my thoughts away and hold up my fists. Time to make this punching bag my bitch.

I start off with a couple of jabs and a kick. I repeat until I add a upper left hook which makes the bag jerk back. I grin in satisfaction.

"What do you mean!?" I hear a deep, raspy voice boom.

I look around and see a tall man leaning against a wall with his back to me. I stare noticing the familiar figure. I keep staring unaware of the punching bag that comes back to hit my shoulder making me lose balance and fall on the hard floor.

I land with a loud thump and a sharp pain shoots up my arm. I groan and roll over to lie on my back to have less pressure on my left arm.

"Fuck." I whisper as I use my right arm to push myself up in a sitting position.

"Would you like help?" The same voice from before offers.

"Nah, I'm comfortable here on this freezing floor." I say sarcastically. I'm not surprised to look up to see Declan with an amuse look in his face. "Hey Declan." I smile and awkwardly wave.

"Hey Hilary." He stretches his arm out and I gladly take it. He pulls me up. I look at my left arm to see a bruise is forming. I shift my gaze from my shoulder to Declan who is only a few inches away from me, I stare into his beautiful green eyes.

I've never seen anything so beautiful, his beautiful orbids he has as eyes. My eyes wonder over all of his features and only now begin to see how gorgeous he really is.

Declan is a real work of art. Declan the funny guy two doors down. Declan the bad boy at my school. Declan the player. Declan the total jackass at my school.

What am I doing!?

I snap out of my little fantasy of him and I take a step away putting some space between us. I let go of his hand which I just now realised I'm still holding.