Thanks for Making Me a Fighter

Chapter 4

Tyler's POV:

"WAKE UP TYLER WE HAVE SOCCER AND YOU'RE COMING!" Somebody jumps on my bed and I groan.

"Like you better get up if you want breakfast. Matt Luke and Levi said if you're not down there in 2 minutes they'll eat your breakfast."

"IM UP WHERES THE FOOD. YOU ALL BETTER NOT EAT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT"

"YOU HAVE EXACTLY ONE MINUTE TWENTY SEVEN SECONDS AND COUNTING TYLER" all of them yell and I scramble to find a tshirt and shorts.

I sprint down the stairs to find everyone with their phones out recording this. slowly I look down to see I'm wearing someone's really smelly jersey and someone else's boxers.

"Well? come eat Tyler" Luke smirked at me as I sat down carefully

"So who's brilliant idea was it to put their old clothes in my room?" I sweetly ask as the guys shift to face me

"Well funny story-" Blake started

"It was Luke and Blake's idea!" Davis squeaked before booking it out of the room.

The two culprits glare at him and the turn around to face me with huge smirks.

"Welcome to the family Tyler"

*later that day*

"Hey Maria can I go to the gym?" I ask as she looks up from her laundry

"Yes of course sweetie! Do you want one of the boys to drive you there?"

"Um no thanks, I think I'll manage on my own. I saw a gym while we were driving to Kai's soccer game, so I'll just go to that one." I quickly reply

"All right just be back by six thirty" she smiles and I jog up to my room and put on my favorite cropped workout pants and sports bra and grab my gear bag.

I hurry down the stairs and then run back up to grab a tshirt to cover myself until I get into the gym.

"Where do you think you're going?" someone calls.

I cringe and turn around. It's Matt.

"Um the gym. why?"

"Just wondering" he mutters and walks off quickly.

Weird. I head out the door and walk half a mile before finally getting to the rundown building that these people call a gym.

Pushing open the door, I am hit with the smell of fresh blood and sweat. yup, I'm at the right place.

"Excuse me, where are you going missy?"

I turn to find some 30-something year old lady walking towards me, clipboard in hand.

"I'm looking for a place to work out and train. this is the closest thing they've got around here"

"Oh honey you won't make it out of here alive. These guys like to play for keeps." she shakes her head as she gives me a once-over.

"Ma'am I've been through a lot of shit today and I'm a lot better of a fighter than I look. just give me a chance please?" I ask

"Ahh-"

"What's going on here Lisa?"

Well dayum. a guy walks up to us, sweat dripping off his firm, toned chest and rolling slowly down his abdomen. his sweat towel is around his neck and he runs a blue tape-wrapped hand through his curly light brown hair

"Hi honey, nothing serious, just go take a shower. you really smell" Lisa replies

"Oh yeah? here you can smell like me" he jokes and opens his arms for a hug.