Ashlynn Williams: Girl Undisputed

Workout

I entered my apartment, locking the door behind me in a daze.

Who the hell was he? I thought, whoever he was he sure knew how to make an impression. The only thing that worries me is whether it's good or bad.

On the one hand it's seriously bad, how could I have let my guard down so much so that this man followed me to the door of my building? How had I not noticed, I just usually on point with these things. I never let any situation get the better of me before, why now? Why him? Who the hell was he?!

Frustrated, I banged my fist against the marble counters in my kitchen, shaking my head at my own stupid, juvenile mistake. My father's voice echoed through my head as I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the dispenser on the fridge.

'Never let your guard down, Ash, not even for a moment,' he'd say sternly, 'You never know what might happen if you're not prepared. Always be prepared, Ashlynn.'

"Well, Pops, I let my guard down, now what am I supposed to do," I spoke glumly to my empty apartment, taking a swig from my glass, the liquid calmed the burning feeling that had been rising in my throat.

I knew one thing for sure, I was going to steer clear of the centre of town for a while, lay low, hope he forgets what I look like. I also knew I was clutching at straws, what else could I do, as much as Harry Potter was my guilty pleasure, I knew that wands, witches and wizards weren't real, so the chances of someone strolling up and wiping his memory was nil.

I was so frustrated right now, I needed to release, walking into the living room I grabbed a cushion, put my face deep into the fabric and screamed.

"FUUUUCCKKKK!!" The pillow muffling the sound.

I removed my face, took a deep breath, counted to 5 and let it out slowly, it helped a little. But not enough. I angrily slammed the cushion back into its place on the sofa. Walking into the bedroom I grabbed my gym bag, then headed for the bathroom to change. Once changed, I folded my clothes I'd took off, placed them neatly on the counter in the bathroom next to the sink, I'd put them back on when I'd showered later. With that I left the apartment, making my way to the gym.

(a/n What comes next: I say all this but the most exercise I get is walking downstairs to the kettle in a morning haha *sheepish expression* so please bare in mind I'm no Jodi Marsh, I have no clue about weights really lol)

The gym was pretty quiet, a woman blonde was jogging at a steady pace on one of the treadmills, another, also blonde, was doing some weird shit with a large exercise ball over on the mats. I, however, marched straight past both to the back of the gym where the weight training equipment was, I set the bar at 100 kg, I knew better than to injure myself, as I warmed my muscles, I felt the earlier tension inside me lifting. Once my heart was pumping, I sat up stretched out my arms, back and legs, then raised the bar to 200 kg. Now I'm not a body builder and I don't like to see women with too many muscles, I like to keep myself trim, toned and healthy, but today called for something a bit more vigorous. I did 20 reps at 200, then moved onto the butterfly press, putting a bit more weight on as my arms got accustomed to the pull. Next, the rowing machine, after 10 minutes of rowing, I felt a bead of sweat run down my temple. I steadied my rhythm and kept going, forwards, pull, backwards, pull, each time my muscles sang. I slowed to a stop, my breathing slightly heavier, I felt good- great in fact - this was so empowering!

I stood, again stretching out my muscles and jogging on the spot as to keep my heart beat up. I never let myself rest, that wasn't how a workout was supposed to be. If your heart wasn't pumping you weren't doing it right. I walked straight across the foamy mats to the opposite side of the room, slipping some money into a vending machine to retrieve a bottle of water in return. I popped the plastic cap off the and slowly squeezed some of the icy liquid into my mouth, heaven. I wiped my mouth with the back my hand, pushing the little white cap back down, click. The blond on the exercise ball was balancing her belly against the ball, leaning backwards to grab her foot, or that's what it looked like, however she couldn't quite grab her foot, so she kind of looked like a seal. She saw me looking and gave an over confident smile, obviously think she looked graceful. I smirked back at her, before turning and walking over to the punchbag at the back of the mats, placing my bottle down a few feet away, I jump into my fighting stance, giving a couple of air jabs to loosen the joints and muscles, then proceeded to punch the bag. Left, right, left, left, right, right. Each hit forcing a grunt to escape my lips. I moved around the bag constantly changing my feet positions, just like a professional boxer would. I land a few more punches then start to incorporate ducks and weaves. Left, right, weave left, punch right, duck, punch left, weave right, upper cut. I repeated this a few times then started adding in some rib breaking kicks. Left punch, right punch, weave left, upper cut, left kick, duck, right kick, left punch, right punch, weave right, right kick, left kick. I did this until I my throat was like fine grain sandpaper and my chest felt like it was going to explode.

Finally, I collapsed next to my water bottle, well and truly spent. My head felt like a boulder, my muscles screamed profanities, my chest was rising and falling so fast it's a wonder my lungs still worked! I sipped my water, closing my eyes, the sweet relief of the cool liquid, bringing some refuge to my burning throat. I don't know how long I spent on the bag but the two women had now left, the gym was quiet, except my laboured breathing. I stood, ignoring the screams of protest my muscles put out, forcing myself forward, I left the gym taking the stairs, slowly, to my 6th floor apartment, legs feeling like they were made of lead. When I reached my door, I undid it, stepping inside my fragrant home.

Shower! My body ached, a hot shower was just what I needed.

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I got out of the shower, wrapped myself in my towel and slipped on my bath slippers and forced my legs to carry me to the chest of drawers. I pulled on underwear, bra and a vest. I opened the next draw and grabbed a pair of Adidas shorts, pulling them on I kick my white slippers off and replace them with a pair of black UGG slippers. I was a stickler for matching. I wasn't girly, but I had this undeniable attraction to shoes, my apartment came with a walk-in wardrobe, I had it lined with shoe racks and it was now my shoe room. My favourite room. Filled with all my favourite people, I had Christian, Giorgio, Donna Karen, Dolce & Gabana, Jimmy and more... It was my four walls of heaven. I pulled my brush through my thick brown hair, then tossed it back to its original place before plopping down in the living room to watch some TV. A few hours and I'd be up and out again

A/N Sorry I know it's a short chapter and I have done a lot of messing around with this particular chapter, but this is just a filler chapter. Wait till the next for the next bit of action.

Thanks for reading I hope you liked it, comment or vote your choice, thanks again, next chapter is being written now. Abbie-Joy xoxo