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I didn't know this gym had an entire floor devoted to just fight! It had so many punching bags, training equipments, dummies... And even a fighting ring right in the center! I really should've come here earlier. Why couldn't anyone tell me this?!
The moment I entered the room, I found a vacant locker and put my stuff into it. I then walked directly to where the equipment was, and began warming up a little before I could proceed with the other things.198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuqOr78gdjN
After a few basic stretches, I headed straight for the punching bag.
So, a party, huh? Wish I would've paid some more attention to it earlier, cuz then I could've tried inviting Ivan too. Only to get to know him a little better though. Maybe even get him drunk, get him to open up... Spend time with him.
Although I'm not really sure how I would've done it considering that we hardly ever talk. We just stay quiet in each other's presence, not really minding it. And for some very strange reason, it did not feel weird at all. It was actually pretty comforting. 198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zXOeLI4Jg
Something about him was very soothing.
But then again, I probably just feel that way because we're both very anti-social at times. Well, him. He's very anti-social. I'm just socially awkward. There's a difference. Before I knew it, 15 minutes were already up, so I decided to take a small water-break.
After about 3 minutes, I went to the bag again, and began practicing some hook kicks. "Didn't know you boxed." I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine, as the familiar husky voice of Ivan spoke coldly. "You don't know a lotta things about me." I answer coldly as well, not stopping.
"Well, I do know that you've been here before. Otherwise I would've seen you." He says, doing a few warm ups now, a few feet away from me. "So, what, are you stalking me now?" He asks, making me miss a kick.198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9boyi1JcBV
"Don't flatter yourself so much." I scoff, trying to block him out.
"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just trying to make a friendly conversation here." He shrugs, punching the bag next to mine now. And boy, was he impressive. "Well, we've known each other for a month now, and you never spoke to me then." I shrug.
"Besides, this is hardly friendly." I scoff, delivering a solid kick.
"Okay then. I'll stop now, if that's what you want." He rolls his eyes, punching the bag harder now. "No- I didn't mean it like that." I sigh, throwing a weak punch at the bag. "I'm sorry, let's start again." I mumble. "Hi." I smile at him.
"I refuse to talk to you anymore. This is awkward." He rolls his eyes, kicking the bag a few times. "God, you're so dramatic." I groan to myself, and began kicking the bag a few more times. Why must he always be so damn confusing all the time?
"You're weak on your left." He then tells me, about 17 minutes later, when I stopped kicking to go get some more water. "I'm sorry?" I glance at him, annoyed. "Don't get me wrong." He says quickly, walking up to me to get some water as well.
"You're still good, Parker." He tells me, sipping on some water. "Just not good enough." He shrugs, walking away now. "Excuse me?" I narrow my eyes at him. How dare he talk to me like that?! Who does he even think he is?
Like sure, he's an above-average looking, hot, Russian, anti-social bad boy who's thick accent and void eyes can intoxicate you faster than any top shelf tequila. Not to mention that he's also the son of the most-feared Russian Mafia Boss and has killed at least a hundred of his father's men before with ease...
But that still doesn't give him the right to underestimate me and diss me like that!
"You heard me." He shrugs, not turning back, walking towards the exit now. "Ring. Now." I command. "Let's settle this argument once in for all." I toss some boxing gloves to him, my blood boiling right now.
"You sure about this?" He asks, raising his brow at me, his lips curling up in a cocky smirk. "Did I stutter?" I fire back. "Oh, alright, princess." He scoffs. "It's just... I'd hate to mess up that pretty face of yours." He shrugs, walking towards the ring now.
What did I just get myself into?
"Listen, Parker... Are you sure you want to do this?" Ivan asks me, kinda hesitant now, putting on his gloves. Instead of answering with words, I just rushed up to him, and kicked him in the chest, making him fall down.
"Alright..." He scoffs, smiling, kipping up. Game on." His smile fades, and he looks kinda scary now, not gonna lie. I run up to him, launching two punches to his face, which he managed to dodge, so I did a back kick to his stomach, but he managed to dodge that too!
"Close the gap." He instructs, and I run up to him, and do a roundhouse kick. Surprisingly, he managed to catch my leg, and threw me down. Welp, that was humiliating... But why isn't HE attacking? Am I really not worth that?
I did a backward roll, getting back on my feet.
I charged at him, throwing multiple punches non-stop, which, to be honest, no one I've ever fought against, ever managed to block. But he did. I guess I clearly overestimated myself. Happens a lot, if not all the time.
I finally landed a punch to his chest, but it barely did any damage, and he simply pushed me away, with minimum effort. I lunged at him again, elbowing his face, taking him off guard. I was really pissed at how good this guy was, so I ran up to him, deciding to use my legs now.
I tried to kick him, but he kicked my leg as a block, making me lose balance for a second. "You're telegraphing." He says, knocking me to the ground. "Don't let me see it coming." He pants, somewhat impressed. I guess he didn't really expect me to last that long.
But then again, probably the only reason WHY I still made it this far is because he hardly did a thing. I quickly kipped up, and charged at Ivan, flipping him down, standing back up. He coughed hard, trying to catch his breath, still on the floor.
"Did you see that coming?" I smirk. "Maybe." He shrugs, wrapping his leg around my waist, pulling me down. He then quickly got up, offering me his hand. I just give him a perplexed look. "I guess you really are a decent fighter, after all." He comments.
Wait a minute, is he tryna distract me???
"There's a party tonight." I tell him, grabbing his, and flipping him over, twisting his arm behind his back, pinning him down and sitting on his back. By now I was pretty much an expert at this move, considering the amount of times I've used this on people.
"You should come."
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