The Things We Long To Be

Chapter 5

After a short drive to the gym I threw on a pair of my cheap workout leggings and thank Mrs. Forester for setting up the punching bag. She sets tape on the desk and continues to work silently. I can tell she's worried about me, she's always worried on days like this. I tape my hands up and head into the open gym where the bag is hanging. I look around to make sure I'm alone before I launch myself at the bag, my fists fly through the air as I bounce on my toes. I can feel my anger grow more and more with each hit, my knuckles are sore already and I'm only 10 minutes in.
"That's some serious anger there." A deep, smooth voice calls out, startling me. I turn to see a tall, muscular boy walking towards me. His dark brownish black hair is ruffled and his soft puppy dog eyes are full of amusement. I roll my eyes and nod turning back to the punching bag, I start punching the bag once again and my fists fly as fast as a cheetah on the hunt. "Y'know, for a girl you've got good form." He continues, oblivious to the fact that I don't care what he's saying at the moment.
"Do boys have better forms then girls now?" My tone is sharp. His gaze flickers but his grin sharpens even more. Who is this boy? I begin to wonder. He looks my age maybe a bit older, he is definitely older now that I think about it. He is tall, his arms are well-developed, his jawline is sharper then a knife and his voice is deep and smooth. He's definitely been through puberty that's for sure. I can tell my remark hit him because he stopped for a minute to think."So," I turn from the punching bag placing my hands on my hips, daring him to answer. "Do guys have better forms then girls?"
"I don't know, let's find out." He smirks before wrapping his hands, then swiftly he unbuckles the punching bag from the low rising ceiling. After dragging the bag to the sidelines he jogs back over to the ring. I hope on my toes fists up, ready to spar with this, mystery man. He's barely a man but still, he smirks and I lash out at him with one arm before barreling my fists into him lightly. I bring my leg to the back of his knee and push it forward. He crumples forward and I push his shoulders so he's on his back, speedily pinning him down.
"I believe girls may have a better form." I smirk giddily.
"Maybe," he laughs before rolling over onto me, carefully pinning me down. "But at least guys don't use weak pins." I sigh in defeat and he rolls off me quickly climbing to his feet. Getting up I brush the dust off my clothes before heading to the bench where my stuff is located. I check the time before shoving my gym back full of my stuff. "Where do you think you are going?" The mystery man quetions me, his smirk still on his face.
"Home, my parents should be gone until dark so this is the best time to head home." I say before walking out.
"H-hey wait, I never caught your name!" He exclaimed desperately. I roll my eyes before shouting back,
"Autumn." As I continue to walk away. I get in the car and drive to Mrs. Orland's house to pick up Dayton. It's going to be a long rest of the day...