Good Fight ~ Unspoken
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Having enough of their impoliteness, I clear my throat dramatically, frustrated. " Um. Do you mind. Hasn't your mother taught you that staring was rude." I look at them expectantly. None of them replied and just kept on staring. Apparently not. Blaire mumbled in my head, and for once I agree with her.
" No? Okay, well move. I don't have time to deal with your foolishness. It's getting dark and I have places to be." I really didn't. You see it's a Sunday afternoon, and I just moved here and everything, so I have no friends to hang out with or anything... but they don't know that.
Finally a guy steps up. It was obvious that he was the leader of this little clique. " My names Chase." He said as he held his hand out smiling. I look down at it then back up at him, not impressed.
" Well Chase. Not to be rude, but you and your little... group needs to stand somewhere else. You're kinda in way." I tell him pushing past him and the rest of his goons walking the rest of the way to the door, opening it.
God. Man and their testosterone . Why do guys have to be annoying?!?
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Opening the door, I step into the boxing gym. I glance around to see I'm in one big room. Lined up by the window are chairs, and I'm in what I assume is the waiting room. In front of me standing a lady who looks to be only a year or so older than me, wearing a tight workout crop top, snake-print leggings and her dirty blonde hair rolling down her back with her piercing forest green eyes scanning the screen as she typed. She was really pretty to be honest. Compared to what I was wearing, she actually looked like a licensed professional trainer to me. Me on the other hand, looked like someone who was planning to have a lazy day and just sit on the couch, eat ice cream and junk food, and watch Netflix. I was wearing grey and black joggers with a black crop top that said, ' Bitch? I Prefer the Term Graduated Badass...' on it written in silver and a dangling diamond stud my belly button.
Walking up to the desk, I smile as she looks up at me. To be honest she looks to be really cool. I can tell that we're going to become great friends.
"Hi. I'm Camila." I greet as I hold out my hand.
" Christy." She states simply as her face scrunches up in surprise. " We don't usually get a lot of girls here. I'm proud that at least some of the women in this world aren't afraid to get their hands a little dirty." She says as we shake hands.
I laugh. "Dirty? That's an understatement. I prefer to get freakin' filthy."
She laughed as I smiled. It's good to know that I am still freakin' awesome.... Pssht Who am I kidding, I'll never not be awesome!!
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Two hours later and I practically was dripping with glitter juice aka sweat. Disgusting but true.... okay maybe I was being a little dramatic.... okay okay a lot but that's not the point!! Over that amount of time me and Christy have been getting along great. I swear she's like a whole new bad-assier version of Kaylie!! It's crazy really, we've known each other for all of 2 hours and we already know each other like the back of our hands. I've been punching and kicking at a punching bag while occasionally sparring with Christy. I love boxing. My dad taught me when I was just a little girl. Another part of why my mom tries to keep an eye on both me and dad, saying that one of us is going to break a body part. No doubt she'll probably root on the person who did it, but that's just how it is.
Saying bye to Christy, I head out the door. Is getting dark outside the street lights are on in my motorcycle seem to be the only vehicle out - Well besides a few cars here and there, seeming to be scattered across the parking lot. Hopefully my hands will make it the most before I it all goes crashing at my feet. I hurriedly I make my way across the parking lot, open up the compartment and dump my stuff inside. Putting down the seat I hop on and crank up the engine, causing an echo of roaring.
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