Stepping in to the room, the scent of sweat and boy body spray hit me like a brick. Old memories from two years ago came crashing back.
The fact I was here was weird. But I was rather happy. I smiled as I saw him. He was doing pull ups on the bar. Looking at himself in the mirror I stood so he could see my reflection.
Coming to a stop he jumped down wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Hey you," he said smiling to himself. I leaned against him.
Then a chuckle came from behind me.
"Your back? I thought you weren't gonna fight any more... at least not properly." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.
My old coach, Coach Grey was standing behind me. He was at least in his 50s and was a definante father figure towards me. He was very upset when he found out about the secret.
"Hey Grey, you know kiara?" Luke replied almost intrigued but surprised. I sighed deeply.
I turned to him eyes pleading. It was like fire and ice. Painful and strange.
"Yeah she boxed here... 3 years at least. Left to fight more." I just sighed bored bland. My face was just no emotion careless in a way.
I walked over and started fighting. Why was everything so difficult?
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Fight Club ©
Romance"Did you win?" "Yes" "Good" Kiaras father always used to say to her when she got into a fight. one day she uses it herself.
