The Bad Boys New Girl

Chapter 9

Dylan raised an eyebrow at me, quizzically. "Yeah, no you're not. What do you even know about self defense and training?"

I shook my head, walking towards him as I grabbed a water bottle from the cooler. I motioned for him to follow me as I walked him towards the back of the gym.

"I know a lot about self defense, actually." I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn't know anything about me. Yes, I told him basic things about my life. But he certainly doesn't know why I moved and now live with my Aunt and Uncle.

Dylan held his hands up in surrender as his eyes grew wider from my sudden outburst. "Alright, I'm sorry Kaylie."

I gave him a small smile as I got out a few weights and gloves for us to practice punching. "I have a few exercises if you're interested in letting me train you for today."

My long blonde hair reached mid back in the ponytail, as I began to stretch. "Do your basic stretches, Dylan."

"Can we do squats, love?" He smirked at me as he began to stretch his calfs.

I rolled my eyes. "Screw you. Just focus."

Once Dylan and I finished our stretches, I held out the boxing gloves for him to take. "Care to tell me now why you need training?"

Dylan raised a dark eyebrow at me, as he gently took the gloves out of my grasp. "Care to tell me how you know how to fight/train?"

My eyebrows furrowed together, as I crossed my arms over my chest. He had a point. Why did he have to look so damn hot while he said it, too?

"I take it you're not going to answer me, huh?" Dylan slid the boxing gloves onto his hands, staring up at me as he did so.

I sighed, shrugging. "I'm not ready to tell you how I know what I know. Can you respect that for me?"

Dylan nodded as he walked over towards the punching bag. "Of course I can. Take your time to tell me." He flashed me that killer smile of his.

His smile literally has the power to make girls weak at the knees.

"Punch the bag, five times each hand but make sure your punches gradually get harder as you punch it." I watched as he began to punch the bag.

"I-" Punch. "Fight underground-" Punch. "Illegally."

I raised my eyebrow. Underground fighting? "Why do you do it, Dylan?"

Dylan shook his head as he continued to punch the bag. "That's a story for another time." He stopped to look over at me, small beads of sweat forming along his hairline.

I nodded. There was clearly more to the story than what he was willing to tell me. But everyone has their secrets, he doesn't know all of mine, nor do I want him to.

"Fight me. I want to see what you know." I walked over to Dylan, biting my lip softly.

Dylan shook his head at me. "I'm not going to hit you, Kaylie."

I rolled my eyes. I can take it, he just doesn't know it. "Do you want to get better or not?" I asked him, quizzically.

"Well yeah, but-" I cut him off, starting to get a little annoyed with him.

"Just fight me, Dylan. You don't know what i'm capable of." I placed my hands on my hips impatiently as I looked at him.

He sighed as he stood in front of me, preparing to hit me. "I really don't want to do this..."

I rolled my eyes, again. "Can you just stop?"

Dylan moved towards me as his fist shot out towards me. I grabbed his fist in my hand, moving quickly so that his arm was curved around his back.

"That was predictable. Make your punches less predictable." I constructed him as I kept his arm bent around his back.

Dylan grabbed by wrist with his free hand, twirling me around so I was back to standing in front of him. "How about that? You let your guard down, you shouldn't have done that."

I looked up at him as his hand was still wrapped around my small wrist. "And I thought that I was the teacher here, Dylan."

He smirked, removing his hand from my wrist. His hand ran down my side, slowly. "You still are, I just thought I'd tell you something I knew."

I bit my lip softly as my breath hitched in my throat. "Well..."

"I bet you're a good fighter, Kaylie. But I know for a fact you're not as good as me." He whispered into my ear, resting his hand on my waist. His free hand trailed down my cheek.

"You don't know anything about me or my life, Dylan." I looked up at him, and into his eyes.

He nodded as his face moved closer towards mine. I could feel his breath fanning over my face. "You're a mystery that I'm determined to solve."

And that was the moment Dylan's perfects lips met mine, as he kissed me softly. The kiss was sweet as his other hand rested on the back of my neck.

After a little, Dylan pulled away and grabbed his car keys off the counter.

"You shouldn't have been my trainer for today, Kaylie. I don't fight fairly." Dylan smirked at me, as I looked at him with my mouth cocked open. "Close your mouth, babe. Don't wanna catch flies." He sent me a quick wink as he walked towards the doors of the gym, leaving me behind, stunned.

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