To Love A Fighter |||| l.p.

Her

Stella's POV

*beep! beep! beep! beep!*

hhhhuuuhnnnh....

What time is it? oh yea....I need to train....uuuggghhhh....bed. Bed......why do you feel so good......?

The breeze from the fan gently tousles a few of my curls as I bury my face in my pillows. I turn over and lay on my back and just let the breeze blow over me. Man,  do I love my bed. I grab a pillow and hug it tightly, thinking about what my day consists of: morning jog, driving to the gym, 1 hour of weight lifting, 1 hour of boxing,  1 hour of muay thai, 2 hours of brazilian jiu jitsu, teaching kids MMA, and evening yoga. I smiled sleepily, this is great. I reach over to my phone to check for messages: just from my manager letting me know of upcoming tournaments, no pro fights yet...but working on it. I sit up and start preparing breakfast and coffee, read the bible a bit, and start getting dressed for the day. The usual sports bra, training tights, and compression shirt, all highlight my athletic yet petite build. I pull up my brown curls in a side braid (the little girls in class say I look like I do my hair like Elsa from Frozen haha) and get ready to head out.

I walk into Underground MMA, a rather large facility but everyone there is like family and run into Pat hitting the bag. "Pat! Welcome back! How was training in the UK?" I greet him happily. Pat's such an awesome coach, it was weird not having him around for a bit. He runs over and starts swinging hooks at me "Think fast Novarez!" I immediately get my hands up to block, I block 2 punches, grab him and throw him to the ground, pulling back at the last second to make sure he lands safely.

"Ha! Nice!" he laughs.

"Thanks! AND you haven't answered my question!" I retort.

He starts telling me about catching up with his friends, stories about the glory days, apparently he met a celebrity over there that his daughters love, but he forgot his name "super nice guy!" he says. "I invited him to come train with us, he seemed interested,  maybe you two can date, he had good boxing" he states bluntly. "Aaannnddd thats my cue to leave," I laugh, "No time for that!"

Pat grimaces slightly, "you're much too young to close yourself off Stella, being happy means sharing yourself with someone else, think on it will ya?" I wave him off, I love being good at what I do, and most guys have given me way too hard of a time for my training. Deep down, I did want to be vulnerable with someone,  but a girl who is athletic and good at MMA isn't your standard pretty girl.  I don't bounce around in a size zero with blonde hair. I love who I am, but it doesnt seem like anyone else will. So this is fine. I'll stick to being alone and my training.