My Sweet Flame

Chapter 31. Training Grounds

After eight months of crying and grief and listening to slow, sad breakup songs without singing or dancing and avoiding people completely, I managed to convince myself that I could live without him. I was better off without him. Anti convinced me to finally step into my old armor and go to the training room. I needed to punch something; get my anger out. When I arrived, Sif was stacking a sword back on the rack.

"Y/N!" She laughed, "You're back!"

I hugged her, "Yeah." I took a deep breath, "I needed to punch the hell out of something. I think I'll stay out of my room for a while. I've locked myself away for far too long."

She motioned towards the punching bags lined up along the wall, "They're all yours."

I hung one up and punched it lightly, making it sway as if a soft breeze had hit it. I pulled my earbuds out of my pocket and opened my Spotify app.

"What's that?" Sif asked.

"Music." I told her simply.

She shrugged and said, "I'll leave you be, then?"

"Please."

Sif patted my shoulder lightly and walked out, leaving me and the punching bag alone.

I tapped the first playlist that came up, entitled "Dance Mix". As I hit play, I shoved my phone back in my pocket as I mumbled a spell to keep the earbuds in my ears if I got too rough. The first words of Don't Go Breaking My Heart by The Backstreet Boys rang out in my ears as I turned the volume up. I cracked my knuckles and popped my neck before folding my fingers into fists. As the beat picked up, I punched the bag. I gave it a moment to swing before throwing another punch. Soon, I was punching the bag to a sort of beat that worked with song. I didn't mean to, but music was in my blood; I couldn't help it. It felt good to engage in combat again, even if I wasn't actually doing anything. The song ended and another began.

After almost a dozen songs, the cover of Royals by Youth in Revolt began. After the intro, I gave in to my magic pulling at me and let the music swirl around me as I let the magic go rogue.

I've never seen a Diamond in the flesh. I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies.

I gave in to the music and began to sing, continuing to punch the bag. Meanwhile, Anti sang the echoes.

And I'm not proud of my address. In a torn up town, no post code envy. But every song's like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom, bloodstains, ballgowns, trashin' the hotel room. We don't care. We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams. But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece, jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash. We don't care. We aren't caught up in your love affair. And we'll never be royals!

Royals!

It don't run in our blood. That kind of lux just ain't for us, we crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler.

Ruler!

You can call me King Z! And baby I'll rule.

I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.

Let me live that fantasy.

I stepped back and shook my hands out for a second.

My friends and I we've cracked the code. We count our dollars on the train to the party. And everyone who knows us knows,

Knows!

That we're fine with this. We ain't come for money. But every song's like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom, bloodstains, ballgowns, trashin' the hotel room. We don't care. We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams. But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece, jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash. We don't care.

Care!

We aren't caught up in your love affair. And we'll never be royals!

Royals!

It don't run in our blood. That kind of lux just ain't for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler.

Ruler!

You can call me King Z. And baby I'll rule.

I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.

Let me live that fantasy.

I turned away from the punching back and walked a little ways from it, shaking my hands out as I went.

Ooh, Ooh, oh. We're better than we ever dreamed, and I'm in love with being king.

I turned back to the bag as the voice in the song began to scream, I put my hands over my head and took that time to breath as it continued to scream.

Life is great without a care. We aren't caught up in your love affair.

The voice went back to its regular sound and Anti continued to sing the echoes, but I was kinda done.

And we'll never be royals!

Royals!

It don't run in our blood!

Don't run in our blood!

That kind of lux just ain't for us.

Lux just ain't for us!

We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler.

Ruler!

You can call me King Z. And baby I'll rule.

I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.

I ran forward and jumped. I spun in the air before shooting my leg out at the bag, sending it flying across the room as the song ended.

Let me live that fantasy.

I landed on my two feet, my fists out in front of me, and a fighting look on my face, panting slightly.

"It's good to see someone out of their room."

I put my fists down and turned to the figure leaning up against the door.

"Hey man." I told the blonde-haired man.

"Holding up well, I see?"

"Yeah....." I used the Force to put the bag back with the others. "I think I need a drink."