Don't Blame the Peaches

1. Guard up

"Jab."

"Jab."

"Cross."

"Cut."

"Cut again."

"Don't loose position, guard up," he said punching me with the pad in the arm.

"Remmeber to always keep the guard up Marley, in a real match you can't afford getting hurt," he said smacking the punching pad this time against my temple.

I closed my eyes in irritation. First of, I'm not getting into a real match any time and that hurt! I'm not a guy dude! It actually hurts when you smack the pad in my arm!

"Now hook," he ordered. I twisted my body following the direction of the fist. In a quick moved, I managed to succesfully plant a audible punch on the black and white pad. The hook was perfecto but apparently I was only me who thought so.

"Hook!" He shouted in desperation. "Hook Marley! That's not a hook, I don't even know how to call that," Smithy said putting the punching pads down with a scowl on his face.

"That," I started frustrated with the temp of my real coach. "Was a hook," I muttered with irritation, taking my gloves off.

"No it wasn't," he said gripping a bottle of water and pouring the contents in his mouth in a grotesque way. "And don't question me, I'm your coach."

Is he serious? I've been boxing since I can walk and he is saying that I can't throw a proper hook?

Who the hell does he thinks he is? Sugar Ray Jackson?

Haha. I don't think so.

"Can I go now, please?"Grinding my teeth together I managed to put on my best smile. This dude is just making my day worst. Since my real coach, Malcolm, left to Mexico a couple of weeks ago I've been stuck with this punk. He was supposed to be a temporary replacement, I didn't expect Mr. Preston to hire him.

"Yeah, yeah, get out of here," Smithy said with a final dismisive way of his hands, but before I turned around he gave me a sideways look that actually creeped the hell out of me. With that I sprinted towards the lockers without looking back.

What a creep. He seriously needs to get a profesionalism card and for Christ sakes he is like twice my age!

I entered the changing rooms, picking up my belongings from my usual locker. As always, I didn't have time to take a quick shower before picking up my sisters from school. I sighed while heading out from the basement to the front gate, most of the boxing gears and punching bags where sprawled all over the place.

"God, why did I opened my mouth?" I heard a familiar voice complaining. As I approached to the suplies room, I noticed Lee kneeling while taking out all of the gym supplies.

"Lee?" I said jumping all the things that were on the floor. The black haired asian boy with big muscled arms turned around welcoming me with a big smile.

"Hey Marley," he greeted trying to free his hand box.

"How is everything?" He said while unsuccessfully trying to get up. A volleyball net that was wrapped around his legs preventing him to get up.

"Oh you know...I'm-"

"-peachy?" He interrupted. It was actually very funny looking at him. Because of the net, he looked like a burrito or better a spring roll.

"As always," I said with a smile while approaching him. "Need help?" I offered, before he had time to reply I was already unwrapping the net from his legs.