Why The Playboy?

boxing

5:38 am- "Ugh, Ryder, the only reason I have to come with you is because your a teacher." I whined as we got into the school. "I could just take the bus ya' know." I opened the doors to the gym. "Well then who would wake you up? Not everyone knows about your bad sleeping habits." He turns on every light in the gym.

"Yeah, whatever." I hate when Ryder's always right. I brought my bags up to the bleachers. The change rooms were under renovation.

Our school bleachers were very different from others. We have to walk up a small set of stairs to get up to them. There's a clear wall separator in between the bleachers. One side for the girls in the class and one side for the boys. I obviously walked over to the girls side. This wasn't supposed to be a co-ed class but they still mixed in the two classes since we only have one gym in the school.

Ryder was the teacher for the boys class. Or the "fill in teacher" for now. He's in training. But what's funny about that is his girlfriend is actually MY gym teacher, or the teacher for the girls. Sydney Jones. Whoops, I mean Ms. Jones. They're both training for the same thing.

I got up to the bleachers and sat up there for a little until Ryder set up the boxing bag at the side of the gym. I watched over the balcony from the bleachers. "Hurry up!" I yelled at him. My voice echoed. He sharply but slowly turns around. "Well, why don't you help me then, Harlow?" I make an excuse. "I'm changing!" I turn around and walk up the seats to where I usually sit.

"EW! DON'T CHANGE WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE YOU!" He yelled at me. I ignored him and took off my hoodie and re-did my low bun.

I grabbed my beats headphones and my phone and headed down to the corner where the boxing bag was. I do this every morning here because it's part of my daily routine. The boxing bag makes me face away from the bleachers and entrance doors so when I'm done boxing I turn around to see a big audience staring at me.

I slid on my headphones, played songs and started to do some stretches on the ground before starting.

Soon I wrapped my hands up in the tape and put on my boxing gloves. "Hey, you're here early again!" I hear someone say. I turn around and slide my right earphone off. "OH! SYD- I mean..Ms. Jones!" She laughs as me. "It's fine school hasn't started yet, it's Syd for now." She winks at me then exits the gym.

I started doing the usual training that I do and the pattern of boxing that I've been doing.

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30 minutes pass and it was past 6 in the morning. I feel eyes on me so I slowly turned around after a few punches. No one was there. I was paranoid for no reason. I kept punching until my arms gave up a little. I squatted down onto the ground taking off my right glove to change the song on my phone then threw my phone back on the ground.

Don't worry, I do it all the time.

As my usual training was going on, I felt REAL eyes on me. Not like actual eyeballs on me if you know what I mean. But just the feeling of you being stared at. That's what I was feeling and this time there was someone.

The Playboy of the school.

I made eye contact with him as he leaned on against the balcony rails with his backpack still on. I assumed he just got there. "What's going on, model girl?" I roll my eyes but he didn't see. "Just training." I reply back and sent in a few punches. "What about you, mister playboy?" I turn around to see him coming down to the gym form the bleachers.

I turned back around to the punching bag. "Just watching you train, I guess." He didn't even object that I called him a "playboy".

He knew that was his title. Everyone did.