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When I wake up in the morning, my body aches and feels numbs. I feel as if a fridge was dropped on my short ass body. My alarm is still ringing so I walk over to my phone to turn it off.
Last night was exhausting. Like I was so tired, I went to bed without showering, so now here I am awake at 4:30 to take a shower.
I gotta admit, Jax is a really good trainer, but he kinda got pissed with me when I wouldn't follow his instructions during push ups. Every time I would make a snide comment, he would add ten more push ups to the fifty, so in the end I ended up doing 100 freaking push ups. Like kill me now honestly.
Walking to the shower is absolutely painful because of all the squats Jax forced me to do. As soon as I reached up to turn on the light, immense pain shot up my arm. I shout out in pain, "Holyyyyy shiiiiiiiz..." I massage my bicep. "I may as well show up in a body cast."
After I finish my nice, long, warm shower, I dry up and slip into my bathrobe and head downstairs to make myself breakfast because I deserve it. I worked my ass off yesterday so I gotta feast. I make myself poached egg toast with avocado spread. I call Giovanna while I munch on my breakfast. "Heyy girl!" She enthusiastically yells through the phone. "How was yesterday."
"The worst thing possible happened yesterday," I sigh while heading back upstairs to get ready for school.
"Oh lord, what happened?" I hear her turn on the sink through the phone.
"Sooo, Jax Meyers is my trainer," I growl.
"Wait, for real?"
"Uhm, yeah," I groan. "And because of him and his brutal training methods, I'm sore as hell. Like I can barely turn on my lights, so how the hell am I gonna be able to haul around a big ass backpack of the ground?!"
"Oh chica," Giovanna clicks her tongue. "I'll be praying for you."
"Honestly, I'm gonna need all the prayers I can get." I pull out clothes from my disastrous looking closet. "I'll talk to you later, gotta get ready for hell today."
"Mkay, I'll see you in a couple hours. Bye!" She hangs up.
Since I feel like crap, I decide to hide my pain by looking nice today-er at least I'm gonna try. Despite the soreness that rushes through my body, I successfully pry a pair of leggings up my thick thighs. I ignore the pain I feel while I slip on a red and white striped Brandy Melville tube top. The easiest part of getting dressed was putting my jean jacket on, mainly because it didn't require my body squeezing into a tight space. I walk over to my vanity and start applying makeup. You know, the basic foundation, concealer, highlight, bronzer, mascara, and lip balm. As I'm finishing my brows, I get a text from an unknown number. I quickly finish my last brow then reach for my phone. The message states: You better get your ass at Mighty Fight before 4:30, or else.
Immediately I know it's Jax. Reason number one being his aggressive and straightforward text. Reason number two being the fact that he's the only person I know who goes to Mighty Fight. I decide to play a little because I love to play games with people. I text back: who is this????
Within five minutes I get a response saying: Who do you think it is dumbass?
I respond with, idk... the devil?
Jax types, You really think ur funny eden mason?
Me: i mean i'm a comedian so...
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Fight Club
Novela Juvenil#40 in boxing Immediately, I kick his stomach and he blocks it, leaving his face open for a punch. I throw a hook at the side of his head. Baffled, Jax looks at me and I smile like a devilish angel. "Ha, beat that Meyers," I taunt. "You ain't seen n...
