Mystery Boy

I lost to him

Aar: HA, game

I started laughing as he looked at me, like I was crazy

M: you know, you shot it in the 2-pointer area

His smile disappeared as I held my stomach

M: and the match was already over, when I scored 5 points on you, one from the 3-pointer line and one on the 2-pointer line

Aar: FUCK

I giggled as I grabbed the ball and grave it to him

M: but you did try you’re hardest so….

A smile started to form as I walked away

Aar: so…

He ran in front of me

Aar: so I can take you out on a date?

He said hopefully as I began to think. I mean it wouldn’t hurt for some free food

M: why not? I mean you’re paying and it’s free for me

Aar: YES

He put a fist in the air as he started yelling and hollering, making me laughs my ass off

Aar: you won’t regret it Moriah

M: I hope not, just tell me when you’re paying for my food

He rolled his eyes but nodded. He ran inside as I walked inside as well. The dinner was served and we all ate. After dinner, I followed the boys to a training room, just left of the pool

M: um…so when I am I starting?

I said, sitting down on the workbench

L: now

I looked at them surprised

M: well then

Dad: get the tape for her hands Aaron, and Logan, get the punching bag

They both scattered away as my dad led me to an open area with a mat.

Dad: have you ever used a punching bag before

M: um… when I was young

Dad: its ok, Logan will show you how to hit

I nodded as the boys got the thing ready. Logan step up to the mat and went on his toes a little. He then started hitting the bag quick and hard, making the bag wobble back and forth. He looked concentrated and well organized as he hit the things with strong punches. His feet was moving back and forth and he never stop moving

Dad: alright son, let Moriah try

Aaron had wrapped my hand up as I walked up to the mat.

Dad: you’re going to want to be on your toes the whole time, so you can hit your opponent different angels

M: ok

L: so start with a slow punch

I punched it slowly and froze

Aar: good, but you need to keep your thumbs inside, so you won’t break it

He grabbed my hand gently and put my thumb inside; I looked up to catch Logan smirking.

M: ok

L: you also want to have a stance, when you’re fighting

Dad: like this

He showed me the positioned and I copied him

Aar: good now try hitting it, with all you might

I nodded as I got in stance again, on my toes, and thumbs in. I then started hitting the thing, feeling the adrenaline rush, as I began hitting the thing

Dad: alright stop

I stopped, a little out of breath

Dad: that’s good but breaths from your nose and tries to coordinate your next move

L: so you won’t take time on your next hit. You don’t want your opponent to get an advantage on you

M: ok

I growled as I began hitting it again. This time, on my toes, thumbs inside, and coordinating my next move. Before long, I was sweating and getting rather sore

Dad: Moriah

But I didn’t listen as I let my anger out

L: yo Moriah

M: uh

I then felt the impact of the punching bag; hit the back of the bag. I groaned as I glared at the thing. I kicked it and jumped off, so it wouldn’t hit me. Aaron chuckled as my dad signed

Dad: it’s getting late; we should leave this for tomorrow. But you learn quickly, Logan couldn’t be able to get his stance right, let alone hit the bag

We all started laughing except for Logan, who grumpy walked home

M: oh that’s the funniest thing ever

Once we got inside, we all said goodnight, and I ran to take a shower. I grabbed my phone to see 70 missed calls and 50 text messages, all from Hayden

M: jeez louse

I read all of them and listen to them. It all said “sorry” and “I didn’t mean it”, “call me back kitten, plz I’m dying to not hear from you”, and the last one caught me off guard. He was crying in it, begging me to call him back

M: ah Hayden

I dialed his number and he didn’t even let it ring, since he picked it up