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It’s nearly eight fifteen and i haven't even showered. I haven't eaten. I haven't changed. I haven't done anything. I couldn’t sleep at all last night; I just couldn’t believe he left. He didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t apologize. He just… left.

I lift myself out of bed, and go to suitcase that I have yet to unpack and I pull out a pair of crop leggings and a pull over sweater. Grabbing a pair of clean socks, I slip them on my feet along with a pair of black boots. I trudge to the bathroom, in attempt to try and look presentable. I have massive bags underneath my eyes, my eyes are semi-puffy, and I’m paler than usual. I leave the bathroom and head out to the kitchen and living area, grabbing the paper work from the dining room table and slinging my purse over my shoulder. I pick up my phone and slip it underneath the waistband of my yoga pants. I leave the apartment building and turn the corner to LA Boxing. I enter the building and its quiet, and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice cracking slightly.

I heard a few shuffles and sure enough, Luke’s head popped out from the back, “Hey, there you are,” Luke grinned, his almost grey eyes shining.

“Here I am,” I said softly, forcing a small smile on my face.

“You alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, just a uh… rough night.”

He cracked a small chuckle, “Boyfriend go a little too hard?”

I nearly choked, “Oh my god, what? No, no, no- I don’t even have a boyfriend.” Suddenly my cheeks begin to heat up.

His laugh filled the small room, “I'm just kidding, but you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“No,” I denied.

“I find that hard to believe,”

“How so?” I questioned him.

He bit his lip slightly, “I mean, look at you. You’re unbelievably hot.”

“Oh, well thanks,” I blushed even harder and he just smiled.

“I’ll take the paperwork and then I’ll show you ‘round the back.”

I nodded and handed him the paperwork, following him through the corridor to the back. The gym was quite spacious. It has an actual boxing ring, a space with weights and treadmills and punching bags. We continue to pass sections and then we go through a curtain, exposing another boxing ring, but with benches and bleachers surrounding. I was in awe.

“And here is where we host our matches. We range from eight year olds to over twenty.”

“Wow,” I breathed and continued to follow him. We pushed past a door that was labeled ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’. There was a small kitchen and a tiny seating area. Passing another, small, corridor, I was welcomed to a bunch of lockers.

“Here is where all the employees lockers, yours is locker 24, also the last one.” He laughed lowly.

“Okay,”

Just as we were leaving the employees only area, the back door flew open and in came multiple men, laughing and smiling.

“Who are they?” I asked Luke as we disappeared through the door.

“Two of them are trainers, two of them are kind of like janitors, and the rest are just guys that are friends with the man who runs the company. You’ll meet them later.”

I nodded and we came back up to the front. He opened up the bottom drawer and inside was a couple t-shirts, “What size?”

“Um, can I get a large? I like them kinda big,”

He nodded and handed me the shirt, “I'm gonna need you to write your name on the back and on the front,” He instructed as he pointed to the white spaces available as he handed me a sharpie.

I did as I was told and wrote ‘Allison’ where it needed to be written, “And then I'm gonna need you to go change, you’ll be required to where our shirts every day. I will pull out a few other shirts in your size, but different colors. Any requests?”

“No thank you,” I replied.

He nodded and disappeared into the back while I quickly ripped off my sweater and pulled on the t-shirt I was required to wear, hopefully no one saw.

“Sorry ma’am but the strip club is a few blocks down,” A man with a heavy accent said from behind me.

I whipped myself around to see who it was, and to see if my guess was right, and dear god I was.

“Harry?”