"Seriously?!" You flipped back on the rubber mat, sweat dripped from your tired body. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. "Its was one damn smoke."
"Well, we have had this discussion before, y/n." Mark my trainer calmly stated, crossing his massive arms in front of his body. "We can't have you smoking during training. Like and I have explained this to you before and then once again the last time you broke the rules."
"I was having a shit storm of a weekend." You whined.
"And?" He asked casually reached down to help you back up. You grabbed his hand and pulled yourself back into a stand position.
"And I hate you." You replied walking back in the starting position. Mark was your fight trainer. He was in charge of making you look like a bad ass on screen. Luke was your personal trainer, the one personally in charge of killing you.
"You don't hate me. I'm the lesser of two evils and you know it." Mark chuckled as he approached you, Bringing your hands back up. He made an attempt to swat one, You leaned back out of arm reach.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." He stepped forward quickly, you hopped back in response. This wasn't part of any of the fight scenes, this was him seeing what you could call up on your own.
"And you keep telling yourself that you can keep smoking secretly." He made for a jab, you side stepped, spinning backwards bringing your heel up. Mark made sure you knew the routines, and you caught on quick. So after a month he decided at the end of each day you would free throw.
"If I wouldn't of gotten caught." He blocked the kick and returned with his own.
"That's not how that works." He spat as You ducked his kick. You threw a punch trying to get in close, watching his feet.
"Yeah?" You dropped suddenly and swiped at the ground with leg. He jumped back, you sprung up.
"Bad news kid, tomorrow you start training with a new partner." He dodged another punch. You stopped mid throw, brows knotted together.
"What?" This time his kick caught you off guard, hooking the back of knee. You fell like a sack of potatoes.
"Well, I was just getting you up to speed. That way when you start fighting the person your supposed to it looks good." He reached his hand down to help you up again.
"Ugh." You waved him off, throwing your arm over your face.
"Freaked out again?" He chuckled walking over to his bag.
"Again? Let's try never stopped." You pushed yourself up to your elbows.
"You were the one that auditioned." He slung the bag over his shoulder.
"As a dare. And they were supposed to laugh me off, not take me." Your voice raising a bit.
"Hey, maybe we can hope you act as good as you fight. You caught that pretty quickly." He mused as he left you in the training room. You flopped back, how did you get here.
You woke earlier then usual the next morning. You went down to the training room, it was only 3am. You had tried to go back to sleep but your nerves were through the roof. You put your blue tooth headphones in and set your phone down.
It was slightly chilly, you had choose to come down in leggings and a sports bra to go through the movements again. You started kicking and throwing punches, dodging ghost kicks and strikes. A heavy beat in your ear, you just kept going. Soon you was covered in a thick layer of sweat. You spun on your heel, leg extended. This time it made contact and you was spun the opposite direction.
A punch came close to the side of your face as your body reacted just as it had been trained to do. You spun again bringing the back of fist to his face, he caught your wrist, stepped into you hooking your foot and slamming you to the mat.
You looked up, blue eyes met mine, light hair framed his face. You could see his lips moving as he reached his hand down to you. You pulled the ear buds out.
"What?" You grasped his extended hand.
"Sorry, didn't realize you were wearing those." He chuckled running his hands through his hair. "Chris."
"Y/n." You smirked as you threw another kick, the next in the sequence. He sprang back on his toes, eyes wide.
"Alright, formalities out the window." He chuckled, smirk crossing his face, as he threw a punch. The next hour was spend with a whirl wind of strikes and dodges. Damn, this was a lot easier then you thought it was going to be.
