Unmistakeable

Chapter 3

"Wait, howcome your not dressing in your uniform?" Perrie asked tying a ribbon into her bun.

"I have free work out first remember?" I said stuffing my blazer into my gym bag.

"Right, well, don't forget to put a shirt on." She joked. I moved to the closet looking for suitable workout shirt. I normally don't wear one, but this was a school. I combed through my sleeveless section finding an old ac dc t shirt with the sleeves cut out. I decided that that would have to do. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

"See you in choir." Perrie smiled. I smiled and continued toward the A building.

I walked in, scanning the large room for what they had. Mostly everything a regular gym would have, but with extras. On the upper level were exercise machines of every kind. On the lower level there were mats for wrestling, a boxing ring, punching bags and other stations related to those sports. I found the girls locker room and found the dance studio a few doors down. I headed for the lower level. There were only 5 punching bags, and only one was vacant. It was in the back corner so luckily not many people would pay any mind to me. I stood in front of it choosing the perfect song. Just before I moved for the first punch, someone stepped in front of it. I ripped my earphones from my ear pissed off at him breaking my focus.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I asked.

"This is the only free bag." He arrogantly smiled. He was tall and muscular. His dark hair up in a fohawk. His green eyes fixated on me. Checking me out. Ugh.

"It was. Can I punch it now?"

"Come on sweetheart, we don't need you breaking your wrist trying to imagine punching your ex boyfriend. I'm gonna take it."

"Excuse me bitch, I was here first."

"Babe, come on, go back to your Zumba." He smirked. Laughter erupted from everyone around us. All of them were guys.

Alright then.

"I'm guessing your a boxer." I said walking toward the ring.

"Best in the country." He praised himself, and others did as well.

"Alright then." I said stepping into the ring. "Show me how good you are." I grinned.

"Your joking right." His face confused. I shrugged.

"Alright babe, I'll show you how I like to work out." He rushed toward the ring, the entire floor was crowded around the ring, encouraging him. He most likely planned on pinning me down, and saying sexual things. From the looks of the guys, he did it often. And it worked.

"Keep your hands up baby, just like this." He smirked hopping around. I kept my arms by my side, my hip out, waiting for him to do something.

"Make a move, dancing is for pussys." The crowd now grew to the upper level. Everyone shouting in approval of my comment. He didnt like that. He stepped toward me, not intending a punch, but just to make me flench. I didn't move.

"That's what I thought. Pussy." I enjoyed this in a strange way. His face filled with anger.

"Alright babe, I'll give you a little love tap." He said just before throwing a playfull punch. Bad move on his part.

"Can I have the bag now?" I whispered in his ear. The entire building was silent. In complete awe of our position. The large dark haired boy, face down. My hands holding his wrists behind his back, I was in a squat, one foot in between his legs, millimeters away from his manhood, my other foot holding his face to the ground.

"You can have it." He said breathlessly. I lingered there for a moment.

"Pussy." I spat releasing him. I slipped through the wires and picked up my iPod, returning to the bag.