Antisocial [h.s]

[four]

I seriously need to find a gym and someone to fight because I'm going insane being around so many people and I am not taking my meds.

I wandered anxiously on my board, passing buildings and shops.

If Liam were to approve of my violence then I wouldn't be wandering alone, searching aimlessly.

I bit my lip as my eyes scanned.

It's not fair that my fighting is disapproved just because of my history of illness, it's not even a big deal. Physically fighting people makes me feel like I'm improving with my anxiety because I'm literally fighting with the thing that's giving me anxiety and winning a fight-like usual-makes my confidence rise and I don't stutter for a little bit and my heart rate is pretty normal even in crowds.

Suddenly in a window I saw lads boxing and I immediately skidded to a stop in front, picking up my board and walking in.

Some attention was drawn towards me. A man walked up to me clad in baggy shorts and a grey tank top. He smiled at me in a friendly way. "Hello, what can I do for you?" His accent was thick Scottish.

"I was wondering if-if you did mixed martial arts here? I just moved," I spoke as calmly as I could.

"Yeah, would you like to give it a shot? I'm an instructor," he explained.

"Oh, I already do it," I told him.

"How long have you been at it?"

"Almost 5 years."

"Impressive," he smiled. "Well you can start a free trial at this gym if you'd like and you can show me what you can do."

I nodded and he grinned a bit more.

"Did you bring a change of clothes with you?" I nodded once more. "Well the women's change room is down that hall, not a ton of ladies here unfortunately because this gym is just based on violence."

"Okay."

~-~

"Hey, you sure you want to wear long sleeved everything while working out?" The man I now know as Felix asked and I nodded. "Okay Blake, have you stretched yet?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, great, now let's get started," I sighed in relief before attacking the pads he held with my hands. "Whoa! Whoa what the hell?!"

I stopped and looked at him with confusion. "What?" I slightly panted, craving the fight even more.

"I think I need to get you a proper opponent," he chuckled before whistling. "Oi! Tim, get over here, little lady needs someone to fight and don't underestimate her!"

A tall, muscular lad appeared in front of me, looked mid-twenties and he looked strong and intimidating but it's been over a week since my last fight and I need it. "I'm Timothy but people call me Tim," he greeted.

"Blake," I responded.

"So, let's get started, yeah?" He offered and I nodded immediately.

He put his gloves on and then Felix counted down. Once it we started I attacked, making a nice mark across the cheek. His fist shot forward and I moved, getting another shot in successfully. I swung my leg and kicked his shoulder so he fell backwards. I straddled his waist and got some more punches in before I felt myself being lifted up. My legs hooked around the back of the person's legs, causing him to fall back and I landed on top of him. I quickly turned myself around and saw Felix coughing with a smile on his face. "Damn," he coughed. "I've got to book you in a fight soon," I nodded excitedly. "How about Friday?"