Starting Over.

#7 Workout.

Malia’s POV.

Aaand sent. That was the 6th resume I’ve sent out today, I hope the job hunt doesn’t take to long. I’m not good at doing nothing, speaking of which I’ve think I’ve sat on my ass long enough for one day. I could really do with a good workout. 

I should go pack a bag and go see if I can find a good gym around here. 

I’ve been walking for about twenty minutes, and I’m standing outside a little gyms this looks good, small and on a little street, which probably means it’s not really mainstream and not everybody knows about this place, perfect! 

I walk in, I can already hear the grunts and the bags being punched, and trainers yelling to hype up the fighters sparring in the ring. 

“We don’t have yoga here.” I turn around and see a somewhat buff guy looking at me like I’m lost. I hate those kind of guys who thinks that women only do yoga and Pilates.

“Perhaps you should, maybe that would open up for the flexibility in your brain.” I said with an eye roll. “Could you point me in the direction of the manager here, cause I really hope that ain’t you.” I added with a lot of sass in my voice. A smirk formed on the guy’s lips and he nodded towards an older man standing by the boxing ring, he looked to be in his fifties, he also looked like he has had his rounds in a ring.

“Thanks.” I said dryly walking of in the direction of the man. 

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you.” I said as I reached him. 

“No bother sweetheart, what can I do for you?” He answered kindly.

“I’ve been told you are the manager at this great gym.” I said with a smile.

“Owner and manager, the name’s Frank.” He said reaching his hand out for me to shake.

“Malia, nice to meet you.. I was hoping you would let me train and workout here?” I said with a hopeful tone to my voice. 

“You’ve ever touched a punching bag before?” He said seeming to want to know my level. 

“Yeah, I guess you can say I know my way around such a bag.” I said laughing a little.

“OK, you can train here, go change, and you can start at that punching bag over there.” He said nodding his head in the direction of the bag. 

“Thanks Frank.” I said with a thankful smile.

“Malia just know, not a lot of women or should I say no women train here, so be aware of some of the idiots, they aren’t bad guys, just a little clueless.” He added before letting me go. Now that he mention it I didn’t see any other women around, well this is gonna be fun. 

I quickly changed into my training clothes, which consists on a pair and training leggings, a sports bra, and I tank top, clothes that makes me able to move as much and possible, also let’s my skin breath. I’ve bind my hands with sports tape to prevent bruising to my knuckles. 

I walked out of the women’s changing room which from the look of it isn’t used at all, just like Frank told me, not that I mind. It has a shower and I locker for my stuff, that’s all I need. 

As walked out I could almost feel the eyes on me, clearly they aren’t used to a women being here, much less one that is here to train. I walked over to my appointed punching bag, and started to stretch, so I won’t be to sore later. It’s been a while since I last worked out like this. 

15 minutes later I was almost done with my warm up. 

“Need a hand there, doll?” A voice says. I look up from my position on the mat, a guy with a smug look on his face standing there glaring at me. He’s easy on the eyes with a cheeky look in his eyes, dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes, not bad, but not what I’m here for. 

“Thanks, but I got it.” I said doing my last stretch, getting to my feet. 

“Oh yeah, you got it alright.” He said, his eyes trailing my whole body, a slight lick of his lips. 

“Get back to your own workout Brody, this ain’t no dating site.” Frank said from behind him. Brody scurried off to where he came from. 

“Thanks, but I could have handled that.” I said with a smile. 

“Oh I have no doubt that you can handle yourself, it was Brody I was afraid for.” Frank chuckled, coming closer to where I was. 

“How about you start with some combinations, so I can see what I have to work with here.” He added nodding at the punching bag. I did as he asked.

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“I’m impressed, some of the guys I’ve trained for years isn’t even on the same level as you! Malia, you can come back to my gym anytime you want, it’s a pleasure to have you here.” Frank said giving me a genuine smile. 

“Thanks Frank, that means a lot, I will come back for sure, promise you will get tired of me in no time.” I answered giggling. 

“Go hit the shower, you worked up a bit of a sweat there.” Frank said, walking off to his to some guys waiting for him. 

He reminds me a bit of my dad, which makes me smile, but also makes me a little sad.. But he’s right I am in need of a shower. 

I’m almost back at the apartment, no doubt I will be a little sore tomorrow, but it was a well needed workout. 

It just dawned on me that Mads and Ella having crossed my mind even once, well until now, since last night. To be honest I’m not sure I ever really loved Mads, but I liked him, we had fun, and as far as I knew he treated me right, guess I was wrong about that. Though that doesn’t make it anymore right for them to cheat on me, sure it’s possible to be attracted to another person while in a relationship, but then you should at least have the balls to own up to it before you give in to that attraction. Sure it would have hurt if he told me before hand that he wanted to be with someone else, but surely not as much to learn that he did it behind my back.. Asshole. He’s not worth my time nor my thoughts anymore. 

I wonder if Damon is home from work yet, I hope things aren’t awkward between us now, I really hope not, it was a good time and I could want that to happen again, but not if things are awkward.

My question was answered as I stood in front of the apartment door, he was home and he wasn’t alone..