A Racer and A Thug

Working On It

Lucy's POV

3:30 pm

"Put your body into it," I ordered, folding my arms and glaring at the pink haired coward before me. A week ago I told him that I would help him with his bullying problem. So for the first week I held off on helping him and decided to just have him help me for a bit. But then I got tired of always doing homework, and in his car for that matter, so I decided to hold up my end of the deal. Also, since we worked in his car so that he could focus better, I was always conscious of the fact that we were really close together. And that just pissed me off that I noticed it and that I could feel my face heat up. I don't know what it is that makes me get like that, but it's annoying as hell.

Granted, I was pissed that I had to teach this guy how to fight but he was helping me with my grades. It'd be rude to not return the favor.

So now I forcefully led him to a boxing gym not too far from Club Azure. He was fidgety the whole way, looking behind him or around him to make sure he wasn't going to get jumped. After a while I got annoyed that he was being such a scaredy cat and threatened to beat him up if he kept acting scared.

Now he was standing in front of a red worn out punching bag, with messy sewn on grey patches here and there. I had just finished teaching him how to hold himself when punching and demonstrated how one should throw a punch by slowly punching the air so he could see.

"I-I don't know if I can," he said looking down.

"It's easy," I said as I walked over to the bag. Without hesitating I threw a punch so hard that the bag swung back a few feet. I stared at the wimpy teen as he stared in awe at my powerful punch.

"Th-That was amazing!" He exclaimed and looked at me with surprised onyx eyes.

Not gonna lie I felt a little proud of myself and happy at the compliment, however I wasn't about to tell him that. I flexed my left arm and grabbed my bicep. "Of course it's amazing! I'm Lucy Ashley!" I smirked looking at him. "Now, you try it."

He positioned himself the same way I did. Spreading his feet apart while standing sideways, his back to me, and turned his head to the bag. He took a step forward with his left foot and started to throw his fist forward. Then, his fist connected with the bag in a swift motion. However, the bag didn't move much and he stared in shock and disbelief as the worn out bag swayed ever so slightly. The pinkette looked down in shame, hands in pockets.

Though this might have been a time to comfort the kid, I'm not one to show affection. Rolling my eyes I walked over to the racer and started chuckling quietly.

"What's so funny?" He asked in more of a frustrated tone which is honestly the first time I've seen any other emotion other than fear on his face.

"That was a good punch," I said. "It's just, you need to put more of your weight into your swing."

"H-How do I do that?" He asked.

Putting my finger on my chin, in thought, I explained, "Um....try and think of something that makes you angry. It helped me, so it might help you."

"But, nothing makes me angry," He looked away at a window to his left, watching the sun seep through.

I scoffed earning his attention, "Please, you were angry when I went inside your car the second time we met."

"T-That's only because I'm different in a car, you know that!" Natsu blurted.

I waved my right hand out in sort of a 'I know that' motion, "Then try imagining yourself in a car. I heard from Mira you've done it before, so if you did it before you can do it again."