So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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The next day you headed to your new gym. So far, Kingston was treating you just fine. Your job at the Park Tavern wasn't exactly challenging but it wasn't mind-numbing either and the patrons were generally decent. You discovered a hole in the wall joint that served the best korma you've ever been blessed to put in your mouth. And your neighbors weren't assholes, so yeah just fine. The gym seemed decent enough too. At least it looked like a gym and not some god awful club with strobe lights and second rate EDM.
You wrapped your hands, put your earbuds in, gloves on, and headed to the hanging bags. A half hour later, drenched and parched, you sprinted over to the water fountain to fill your bottle. Taking a big gulp, you swung around, bumping into someone and dropping your bottle. Water shot up and splashed all down the front of you, dude you bumped into and all over the floor. Awesome.
You quickly bent down to retrieve the bottle, "I'm sorry, man. I wasn't paying attention," you apologized to the guy. You looked up and realized the kid from the pub last night was standing in front of you, shirt soaked and hair dripping, with a somewhat satisfied smile on his face. Slowly you stood up.
"Shit," you said, staring at him. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair. That fucking hair.
"Shit. I mean sorry," you stammered. Get a grip, you told yourself.
He motioned to his ears. You frowned, confused then understood. Your earbuds. Apparently you were shouting apologies at the top of your lungs. You yanked the earbuds out and looked for the nearest escape.
"Boxing, eh?" he pointed at your gloves snuggled under your arm.
"These? Naw, I just got a manicure and didn't want to break a nail on the elliptical," you winked. Why did attractive dudes turn you into such an asshole?
He rolled his eyes, and lifted his shirt to wipe the water(or sweat or whatever was making this damn boy drip) from his nose. You caught a glimpse his abs and quickly took another gulp of water averted your eyes. A memory emerged of being told as a child to not look directly at the sun. You ignored the warning and did anyway, only to end up teary eyed with spotty vision. Now the goddamn sun shone from beneath this kid's shirt and you found yourself struggling to look away
"I do some boxing too," he said not noticing your inner turmoil, "Did you find the speed bag to be a bit tight? I told them they need to loosen the -"
"I gotta go," you cut him off and bolted towards the exit before he could finish. You weren't trying to be a complete dick. You just didn't want to slip back into old habits, old habits like getting wrapped up in a guy. The whole point of this move to work on yourself, pick up the pieces. Guys are just a distraction.
You reached the door and turned to wave at him. He was standing there with a bewildered look on his face and raised a hand in return. You stifled a smile. Poor sod has no idea what he was getting himself into.
