1.2 Box Queen

Prologue

Jab. The bean bag swayed. Jab. Jab. Jab. Bam.

Lifting my right leg up, I stilled the bean bag before putting my leg down.

I stared at the bean bag in front of me, with my body at Form*, while Eminem's 'Lose Yourself' plays in the background. The song beats in my blood as the adrenaline boosts up again.

I threw a waist-high roundhouse kick, then a series of punches at the bean bag.

My breathing was labored so I decided that I've finished with boxing today.

I headed to the gym area, lifted some weights for around 10 minutes then completed 3 rounds* of fitness.

Stopping by the speakers, I unplugged my phone before making my way to the showers. Despite being accustomed to being soaked from sweat, I still hated being sweaty. It just made me feel... Ugh. I took a quick shower, pulled my bags from my locker and headed out.

I walked past the reception and Fred yelled, "Leaving so soon, Randy?"

"Sorry, boss," I smirked, completely unapologetic.

Shaking his head, he pursed his lips, "Damn. I  thought you would stay longer on a Friday. Unless you're coming in tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Not for long, though. I have a guest arriving in the afternoon."

Grinning like he maniac, he clapped. "Awesome! We have a newbie coming in."

I sighed. He just never stops trying, does he? "Dude, you know I don't train kids."

"Yeah, well, the gym doesn't have enough qualified trainers like you, so-"

I cut him off, "There are no trainers like me. There's a reason why I've been the champion for the past three years."

Glaring at me playfully, he stood up from behind the counter and walked up to me, "Right, as if I don't know that. We sponsor you, for fuck's sake! Either way," he drawled, "we still have lots of new students. Plus, the boy isn't a kid, around the same age as you."

Chuckling, I shook my head. "I know that. And you know I call them kids 'cause they're shit compared to me." He gave me a flat look. I smirked and paused, thinking it over. "But, I'll see what I can do. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

I don't mean to brag, but I'm the best of the best. That's a fact. I don't train amateurs. I am very patient, but I get frustrated when I have to start with the basics. Plus, I have a horrible temper when I get frustrated. It's going to take a lot for me to stay calm when instructing. He would have to be a natural to make me want to take him under my wing.

"Yeah, yeah, don't be late!" he warned.

At that, I burst laughing. "I'll try." I never plan. Sue me.

Fred smirked. "Do." Then he sobered and lowered his voice, "Be careful. They came today. Looking for Raven."

I froze.

I knew it was wishful thinking when I hoped they wouldn't come after me. I mean, I blew up their headquarters, for cows' sake. Cursing out loud,  I inwardly yelled at myself for not being more careful after escaping.

He watched me with sharp eyes as I mumbled a quick goodbye, absentmindedly pushing the door open, lost in thought.

As I walked home, I could feel eyes burning into my back. But every time I turned around, no-one was watching. At least, not when I first checked. People started staring after I started to spin around every couple seconds.

You're just paranoid. Chill, girl.

I sure hope so.

A/N:

'Form' is the starting stance for every boxer. You form fists next to your chin, legs spread apart parallel with your shoulders and you stand slightly hunched, with your knees crooked and back bent.
A 'round' includes 10 push-ups, 10 sit-ups, and 10 squats. 3 rounds are when you repeat a round three times. (Duh)

So... That's the prologue, and it's the prologue because most of the book will be written in Colin's point of view, with very few chapters dedicated to Randy. So, treasure these parts when you can get into Randy's head, and ciao! Goodbye, people!

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