The Tattoos on Her Back

Training Partner (2)

So now that I have a new training partner, I have to get up at 6 in the morning instead of 7 in the morning. Great. I hate him so much.

I roll out of bed this morning and get my workout clothes on. I drive to his place...6:02a.m. 2 minutes late. Nothing wrong with being fashionably late.

I walk in, and he is sitting on the bench wrapping his hands in bandages.

"I thought you forgot" he said with a chuckle.

"I decided that getting a coffee was more important than training with yky" I said lifting the cup up to his view.

"Ready to begin?" He said standing up.

"Ya just let me put my stuff down"

I put my stuff down, wrap my hands up, and put my hair in a pony tail.

"Alright, so I like to train very hard core. My favorite saying is 'No Limits'. So if you can't keep up then let me know" he said with a smirk.

"I think you mean if you can't keep up with me then let me know" I said getting down in the push up position.

"Fair enough" he said following my lead.

I did about 238 pushups before having to give my body a break. Zac however did 236 pushups before totally collapsing on the floor. #girlpower. But I decided not to rub it in his face as he was pretty tired, so I waited 30 seconds and got down in the sit up position.

"Aren't you going to take a water break?" He said through huffs and puffs.

"This is how I usually train. If you can't keep up then let me know" I said throwing a wink at him.

"Touche" he said also getting in the sit up position.

Again, I did about 418 sit ups, and he did about 419 though he struggled on the last sit up.

After laying on the floor for about 30 seconds to let my abs stop burning, I got up and drank about a litre of water before going to the bar to do pull ups.

I jump up and grab on to the bar.

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Right as I was about to pull up on the fourth, I felt Zac wraps both of his arms around my sweaty torso, and pulled me off of the bar.

"WHAT THE HELL??" I yelled hitting his arms.

"Take a break with me" he said with his face dug into my sweaty tank top.

"No. I am training. I need to finish."

He put me down and I started to walk back over to the bar. He stepped in front of me.

"Take a break with me" he said with pleading eyes.

I glared at him. "Puppy eyes don't work on me. No move before I make you move" I said putting my fists up.

He put his fists up. "Good luck with that sweet cheeks." Sweet cheeks? God how much I hated that name.

I throw a punch, but dodges it, so immediately I go for the lower legs. Contact, but no effect on him.

"I specialize in boxing as well. I've done this for about 4 1/2 years now. I've won three championships, and I have my fair share of trophies and medals too" he said throwing 2 punches and a low kick.

I let my guard down. "You're wasting my time. I will take a 1 minute break, and then you ate going to let me do my own thing or I will go back to my own place."

"Alright, but just so you know, I totally would've kicked your a*s if we went any further" he said also putting his guard down.

"You wish" I replied with a glare taking a seat on the bench.

"That's why you didn't keep going. You knew I would've won" he mocked sitting on the bench beside me.

I throw my water bottle down and put one hand around his throat while the other hand went behind his back. My foot picked his right foot up so he didn't have a good grip between his shoes and the floor. Now the only thing that was keeping him on the bench was my hand behind his back. (Since he was right handed, his right foot is usually favored. And I noticed that he doesn't have a good balance on the left foot anyways).

"How much you wanna put on that statement?" I said in a low intimidating voice.

He flashed his eyes in my direction.

"Are you gonna let go of my throat?" He said through chokes and coughs.

I then realized that I was squeezing his throat pretty tightly. I release, and let him regain balance.

"Anyways, I would've put a lot on that statement" he said rubbing his throat.

I get up and jump up to the bar ignoring his comment. Great now I have to start over.

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"What's your record?" He asked. I can feel his eyes on me. Creepy.

"53 pull ups" I replied through heavy breaths.

"No, I mean as far as like winning matches."

"I've been boxing since I was in the 3rd grade. I've won countless matches, and I've won about 5 championships. I have lots of trophies and medals. So much that I have to put most of them in boxes because they don't fit anywhere else. I've been all around the world just to compete, and I have become fluent in French and Spanish. Anything else you wanna know?"

"Not for now."

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"Where is your family?"

I let go of the bar and drop to the floor. I take a deep breath and swirl around to face him.

"You have absolutely no right to ask me these questions. I don't know anything about you and all you want to do is pry into my life? I don't think so. I came here to train not to talk about me and my screwed up past. This is your last warning. One more time and I'll walk out that door and that will be the last time you will see me."

My face turned redder than it already was. My blood boiled. I can't believe him. Why was he trying to pry into my life when I didn't know anything about him?

I decided to skip the punching bag routine and go for a run instead. I grab my phone and water bottle and head out the door.

"Where are you going?" I heard him chase after me.

"For a run.... Alone" I said throwing him a glare over my shoulder.

Once I get to the sidewalk, I start to jog. I get about 3 blocks away before I hear someone behind me.