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Jon looks angry. He steps between the ropes and jumps off the apron, he walks toward Lucca and me. "Obviously she doesn't need help. However. In my class we don't get touchy feely." He grabs the top of my arm and roughly throws me to the side, I stumble over my feet and fall flat on the floor. Jon just looks at me and says "There is no room in this class for wimps. Why don't you just go do yoga with the rest of the girls." I get angry now. Something this jackass is going to learn is that it's never good when I'm angry. "What the fuck is your problem? You were fucking lovely before form and now because I fucking beat you you're being a twat." He glares at me and then realisation comes over his face. He looks disgusted with himself, and so he should be. Not only am I a minor but I am also a woman. I can handle myself but a man should never hurt a young woman for no reason. "Oh god, Mya I'm so sorry..." He looks at my arm and sees the hand shaped bruise beginning to form. "Shit. Come with me and we can put some ice on that. Boys warm up, have a go in the rings and I'll be back in ten." I walk out with him and he stops between the two sets of doors. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me but... Lucca is a jackass. He's not good for you, you're new, and special and he won't understand just how lovely and beautiful you are for a long time." He walks off to the PE office and I'm left confused to follow him.

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