The Street Fighter and The Gang Leader

Chapter 2~~ Gang leader boy

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Btw if you know them then you and I are best friends forever!!!!
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I wake up to the most annoying sound ever...my god damn alarm!!! I slam my hand down on the snooze button...maybe a little to hard. (No pun intended ;)) Looks like I will need a new alarm clock. Oh well, its 4:30 am. I get up and go to wake up Damon.

I get to his room and go to his closet. I pick out a dark blue button down shirt with black jeans and his all black high top converse. I then walks over to his bed and shake him vigorously. I jump back when he sits up and almost heads butt me. "WHAT THE HECK!?!?!" he yells frightened.

"Hey lil bro go get your gym shorts and your athletic shirt on. We are going running." I tell him while placing his clothes for later on his bed.

"Ok be out in a minute Ace." Then I walk out to go get change.

When I get to my room I straight to my dresser. I pick out my black spandex shorts and my black and red sports bra. I get changed and walk down stair to see Damon with two water bottles at the door getting his running shoes on. I go over to where she is and put on my black and red Nike Roshe Run shoes. "You ready Doc?"

"When am I ever not ready for our morning runs?"

"Good point. Let's go. Oh and thanks for getting me my water."

"No problem big sis." And with that we are out the door.

We start off with a slow jog, but then Damon starts running faster, so I speed up.

Damon and I have been running every morning since he was three, so he is pretty fast.

We are running at a just a little above a normals persons jog for about three minutes, I speed up so I was in a full run. Damon speeds up too. We then both speed up so we are going faster than a normal person run. We reach the training park that is about four blocks from our apartment.

"What do you want to do first?" I ask Damon.

"Let's do the routine you and I use to do. The 30 squats, 100 push ups, 100 crunches, 80 leg lifts, and then as many pull ups we could do." He explains.

"Ok yeah we haven't done that for awhile." I nod. "Let's do it over closer towards the pull up bars." We walk over towards the bars and see that a teenage boy is over there. "Damon why don't we skip the pull ups and go on the field to do the workout?" I ask, obviously avoiding going over there.

"No I want to do the pull ups. And you need to work on your arm strength, they are starting to get jiggly," he says while shrugging.

Did this little fucker just call me weak?!?

"Are you saying I'm weak?!? I'm not even close to being weak!!!" I tell him shocked that he would even think that.

"Fine if you aren't weak beat that boy at push up and pull ups." He says while pointing to the boy. I don't want to go over there, but I want to prove to Damon that I am not weak.

"Easy!" I walk towards the boy and tap his shoulder, he turns around. "Er...um...my little brother wants me to prove a point...and...um...would you like to have a little competition with me?" I ask, no I'm not shy its just...how in the hell would you ask a boy, HOT BOY, if he wanted to have a competition with you, because you want to prove to your little brother you are not weak, huh?