Learning to punch

Chapter ~ 5

Mirrors || Callum Halls

My father was not impressed, well he never is but at the moment he was less then impressed, to learn that I've been temporarily suspended from football because of my actions concerning Xavier Cole. Physically I haven't hurt the guy, that was Joel's forte, I just was just holding him up so he couldn't defend him self and a few nasty insults may of came tumbling out of my mouth.

I know, it was bad, what's worse was my father wasn't mad that I was bullying the kid he's angry that I was suspended from the football field. I can't remember a time where I had a conversation with my father that didn't involve football or me taking over my fathers business, which was managing a varsity football teams and scouting to get in the big leagues.

I fought a smile when my father's rant was cut off by his mobile ringing, his attention going to his work which was my cue to leave the office. Which I was glad cause I had to get ready for my first shift cleaning at Jaxon's gym and sport school which started at four pm today. It's quarter too four now.

Xavier wasn't exactly what I was expecting, though nerd was written all over him by his grades and appearance, he wasn't the typical weak nerd. Even before I knew of his father being one of my personal MMA idols, he had a mouth on him that didn't help him in getting on Joel's good side.

I shouldn't of been surprised at the fact Xavier could defend himself pretty well since he has Jaxon Coles as a father, he had Joel on his knees in seconds which out much of a struggle. Talking of Joel I have a nice bruise on my rib because of him, though I shouldn't be complaining since I'm sure Xavier has a few more.

I changed in some track pants and a old shirt, grabbing my phone, wallet and car keys before heading to the kitchen greeting Glenda our cook, pressing a kiss to her cheek as I stole one of the muffins that she had baked, "thanks glen" I shouted as I ran out the house, getting in the back of the black land cruiser that was waiting for me. "Ready Callum?" Our diver Harvey asked glancing at me through the review mirror, I nodded opening up a game on my phone.

"You're late" was my greeting into the building, which I've never been in but from a few pictures online it looked quiet cool, the walls were covered fully in motivational street art, some having mirrors on them, there was a projector screen showing a recent fight of that Jaxon won.

My attention went back to the seemingly annoyed Jaxon Coles, staring at me with a raised eyebrow, never asking but expecting an excuse. "Uh my father was giving me a grilling sir" I said which was the truth sort of, he rolled his eyes, motioning for me to follow him.

This wasn't the Jaxon Coles I met a last year, I got VIP tickets to his fight in Vegas. He was quiet different to the fighters I've met before, Jaxon was very chilled and down to earth, cracking a joke and even letting me wear his recent championship belt.

Walking through a small hall where the toilets and change rooms were, going through another set of double doors to were a ring was set up in the centre of the room, with a boxing bag hung in the middle. Off to the sides were the classes were held. My eyes widened slightly at Xavier who was teaching the class, showing the group of young kids a certain cluster of moves.

A loud clap next my ear made me jump startled, I glanced at Jaxon who had a small smirk on his face "make googely eyes at my son in your own time." Jaxon said, his smirk growing at my gaping shocked expression "I wasn't- I was just- I'm not a- I'm not gay" I managed to choke out, with wide eyes. He hummed in response walking off, I huffed following him.

Handing me a spray bottle and a cloth, he pointed to the windows, "Inside and out, top to bottom, I want them all clean. Also the mirrors, including in the bathrooms." He instructed flatly, I groaned chucking my head back, that will take me for ever. A small push to my chest had me stumbling backwards, tripping over my own feet I fell on my ass.