"So this is it?" I was fairly unimpressed with the place we just came upon. I mean, come on, it looked like a measly fucked up store front. It was covered in graffiti, peeling paint, and rust, and it didn't even look big enough to hold a treadmill, let alone a boxing gym.
"Hey now, don't judge a book by it's cover. This place is the best in town. You'll only get in cause you're with us, and the cover is to stop amateurs from trying to become a part of the gym." Asher stated, locking the car and walking towards the front door.
"Well hey, Ash," Finn said, grabbing his attention. "How do we know she's not an amateur. I mean, we know really nothing about her. What if she sucks. We'll loose our cred." Finn looked honestly worried about me fucking this up for them.
"You're good, right? And I mean you actually know what you're doing, right? Like this isn't some, I'm sad and saw the gloves, why not try something new?" Asher finally seemed to realize the danger that bringing me here posed to his reputation, but oh well.
"Trust me, you'll be pleasantly surprised. Can we go in now? I really need to get started before I hit one of you or your car," I directed that at Asher, and at the mention of my harming his baby, he ran towards the door.
Once we got inside, it really didn't look that much different. It looked like an old pawn shop. There was some guy at the counter, he looked eerily familiar, and when he saw Asher and Finn he smiled.
"You boys were just here about an hour ago," the man addressed them. "Back so soon?" He had a kindness in his eyes that I'd only ever really seen in my father. I could tell that this man was a good, honest man, who wanted nothing more than what was best for those he cares about.
"Nah, Tim, we're not working out this time." I could tell Finn was trying to avoid saying I was here. Rude.
"Oh?" Tim was extremely confused, scrunching up his eyebrows. Why did that facial expression seem so familiar? Why does the name Tim and his face seem like I know him?
The expression, the face, the glint in his eye... it all clicked.
"We're just here becau--" I cut him off with a loud gasp.
"Uncle Timmy?" I pushed through the boys, and when I saw my uncle I could see him trying to grasp the reality of me really being here.
"Marshmallow?" We both had tears glinting in our eyes as he came around the counter. I launched myself at him, engulfing him in a hug.
"Uncle Timmy, I missed you so much!" Tim is my dad's brother, but he took his death extremely hard and I haven't seen him since before we moved to California. He didn't come for the funeral, but I knew that, in a way, he couldn't forgive my dad for dying on him.
"Oh Marshmallow, I missed you too. I'm so sorry I never visited when... you know... when everything happened... It's just--" I cut him off, because I knew talking about it would make both of us break down.
"I know. Trust me, I know. We don't need to talk about this, though. Especially not here." As soon as I said that, Uncle Tim realized I was talking about having Asher and Finn here.
"You go hit stuff, hon. We can talk later. I'm glad I got to see you. And I know that these boys are thinking that they're your ticket into this place, but boys," he had an arm wrapped around me and turned to face Finn and Asher, "she's your ticket into this place. You hurt her, you're banned for life. Just remember, my niece here, she's my world." With that, he let us go into a door in the back of the shop where all the equipment was held.
And let me tell you, it was HUGE. There was a ring, about 15 bags, about 20 speed bags, another door that I could tell led to free weights, a cardio section, and a place for floor work. I spotted the ladies changing room across the gym and excused myself, telling the boys to wait here while I change.
I changed into my spandex with my running shorts over and my sports bra with my tank top over. I don't like to immediately walk out in minimal clothing, I like to strip it off while working out cause of how hard I'm training.
I put my hair in a pony tail on the top of my head and put my Nikes on. Finding my lock in my duffel bag, I grabbed my gloves and water bottle out before throwing it in a locker and making sure it was all secure.
Time to face the music and impress the boys. I walked back over to where the boys were standing and told them that I was going to start with stretching on the mat and that they could trail me or not.
Let the work out begin.
Asher's P.O.V
Holy. Shit. This girl is absolutely amazing... I mean when she told me that we'd be pleasantly surprised when we saw her moves, I didn't think much of it.
"Holy crap," Finn whispered, nudging my arm. "I didn't realize that she was that good. I was expecting some pathetic punches, maybe some decent footwork, but she's better than half the guys here. No to mention better than all the girls." Most of the gym had stopped to stare at her in awe as she attacked the bag.
She was punching it, making sure to keep her hands covering her face. She was rotating around it, her footwork impeccable. I knew that she had to have been fighting for a while.
She was throwing in kicks here and there, but never anything extremely powerful. This particular bag was on a sliding path with another bag about 50 yards down the track. Ending her work with the bag, she sent an extremely powerful kick to the bag, causing to go flying into the other bag down the track.
Everyone who wasn't previously staring at her, well, she had their attention now. There are very few people who can move a bag like that, and I've never seen a girl do it.
"Hey, bozos," she called, pulling off her gloves and wiping her forehead with a towel. She walked over to us, drinking her water. Her hair was stuck to her head, and her tank top was moist. It was fucking sexy to see her dripping in sweat like that.
"Close your mouths and listen up," God it was hot when she was demanding. "Which one of you is better?" Me and Finn exchanged a look. Neither of us wanted to toot our own horns, and you could tell she was getting impatient.
"Everyone," she addressed the entire gym, "which one of these two meat heads is better?" I could hear a collective Asher go through the room, and when she turned to smirk at me, I knew I was in for one hell of a ride.
"Come on," she pulled off her tank top and running shorts, leaving her in spandex and a sports bra. She put an elastic head band on, and changed her hair from a ponytail to a bun.
I was literally speechless by her body. If I thought her arms and legs were toned... My god, her stomach. She had slightly defined abs, without it being too much. Her legs looked miles long in the spandex, and it defined her ass. She was just sexy as hell.
"What are we doing?" I finally found my voice, and she looked at me like I was an idiot.
"Floor work. You're my partner. Let's see if you can beat me, or if I'll take you down like a little girl?" She was smirking at me and I adopted a smirk of my own, taking the challenge.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll go easy on you, not kick your ass too badly." I knew she could easily beat me, but let's not let her see that.
A couple people gathered around the mat to watch us, and I knew that this was going to be quite a show. She'd either put up one hell of a fight and barely let me win, or she's kick my ass and I'd put up one hell of a fight.
Let's go.
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Her Choice
RomanceTeagan Rae Harley is just trying to figure out how to get out from under her brother's shadow when she starts at a new school for her Junior year. Quickly after starting school, she receives news that her dad and older brother were Killed in Action...