My Trainer {h.s./fan fic}

"Killing time aren't you?" My Trainer walks inside, a towel dangling over his shoulders.

"Yeah" I gasped, hitting the bag. He watches me, eyeballing my back.

"Do you mind?" I growled towards him as he plastered a playful smirk across his face.

"Not at all, come over here a hit me." He lays his towel down, throwing his fists up.

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Boxing is a skill. It consists of patience, bruises, speed, agility and focus.

Dahlia Tyler, she doesn't have much of a sports background. Always the one to be sit back and chilled. She was cold hearted, she knows it. Does she care though? Not exactly. Boxing was her passion, yes indeed it was, until she saw who her trainer was.

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