Fighter

『 ⋆ Iman ⋆』

"Gonna have to close in 30 minutes guys!" I heard Steven yell as I hit the punching bag again. It barely moved and I sighed.

It had been like this the last 30 minutes.I have gotten weaker because by the time School became more stressful again I couldn't train as much as before and got out of practice.

After I arrived here I had a quick chat with Steven and then did some warm up to start practicing. Then Levi and his sister arrived. She usually did some workouts and he boxed or trained in some corner so we didn't really talked but after what happened in the cafe , his presence bothered me even more.

I have watched him trough the mirror as he arrived, he was wearing a dark green T-shift which defined his stomach muscles and I couldn't denial the fact that he was beautiful, but just from the outside.

I cleared my mind again and focused on the punching bag and hit it again, but it didn't budge . I hit it again getting more frustrated every time nothing happens. "Ugh! Fucking asshole!" I yelled as I tugged some strains of hair behind my ear.

I let out a long breath. Where the hell was Steven? I needed his help but he seemed to be outside.

"The bag isn't a person. He cannot be an asshole." What?

I turned around and saw Levi leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest watching me. Why the hell was he standing there?

"But you are calling it „he" so you assume that he has a gender? Like a Person?" I asked

Instead of answering he just smiled and gave me a small nod .I rolled my eyes and turned around, he wasn't going to play his games with me again. I was done with him.

Then I heard him sigh as he came to my side. "have you considered hitting the bag with your shoulders and not with your hands?" He asked looking down at me.

I hated the fact that he was taller than me, it made him more intimidating.

"What do you mean by that?" What he said was non sense you couldn't hit the bag with your arm

"the strength has to go from your shoulders into your arms and then into your hands. you are trying to take strength from your hand, which is impossible because you are not strong enough yet. Hit it like this."

And he threw a punch which made the whole thing move. Was he fucking serious?

Why would he compare himself to me?
Why was he helping at all?

"thanks but I don't remember asking for your help." I told him as he smiled to himself, pleased with his job.

But he ignored me  again. Has this guy ever had a real conversation? "You saw that? The strength came from my Shoulders. Now you."

Hell no. He wasn't my teacher and furthermore I wasn't going to prove his point. He was probably right but I had no interested in pushing his ego which was bigger than the fucking pacific ocean.

"Now." He demanded. It became harder to not punch that prick right in the face instead of the punching bag.

On the other hand , I didn't wanted to fight with him now. I was exhausted and his tips might help me because I haven't thought of that.

"Fine. But I am not doing it because you told me so." I hissed and he rolled his eyes "yeah right." I heard him whisper.

I got into position and was about to land my punch when he took my arm in his hands. "You are not doing  it how I told you.
I can feel it. There is no strength. Nowhere in your body." he pulled me back and I almost fell.