Sk8er Boi 2

Ch.6: Numb

((So upon doing some research, I made a little mistake in the timeline of this feud. Part of this chapter was actually supposed to be done the week prior (in this story's timeline) but instead, I'm placing it in the week following. This is what I get for being nearly a year behind in storylines lol. Anyways! Here's the long-awaited update! (Again, I want to apologize for keeping you all waiting! Please don't hate me lmao))

Hayleigh's POV-

 Darby wasn't joking when he told me he was canceling all the plans he had for the rest of the week. When we got home, the first day back we talked everything through about how I felt. The conversation was a bit bumpy at times, but we could meet a common ground on certain things.  We then spent the next few days in the basement training in the ring, working on things I thought I lacked. There would be times I'd push myself further than I knew I should go and Darby would jump my ass about it, but I couldn't help it. I'd have times where I'd do certain workouts until I literally dropped. Like today, my whole rib area was sore as hell from doing a bunch of crutches, Russian twists, and other ab workouts that I had done the day before. At first, Darby was hesitant about wanting to train with me today, but I played it off like my ribs weren't bothering me.

  We were in the ring doing some defense moves. Darby was teaching me to block and dodge better, which I was doing pretty well at. We even worked on a few reversals to do with certain moves. Everything was fine until  Darby went from a wrist lock and quickly slid behind me, locking his arms tightly around my waist. When he did, it sent a shock wave of pain through my torso and ribs, which made me suck in a sharp breath of air- which didn't help whatsoever. 

 "OW! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I smacked Darby's wrist before he quickly let me go.

"What happened?!" He moved back around in front of me swiftly, looking at me in concern. 

"I just need a minute..." I tell him while holding my ribs and squatting down as I carefully take some deep breaths, trying to add as minimal pressure to my lungs as I could.

Darby kneeled down in front of me, telling that something was obviously wrong. "Baby, let's just stop for toda-"

"Darby, I'm fine." I looked up at him, forcing a  smile.

"I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself." He says, tone now more serious.

"If you can do all these crazy stunts 24/7 and hurt yourself for fun...I think what I'm doing is perfectly fine."

"Hayleigh, there's a difference. I don't care about my well-being." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "But I do care about yours."

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Most people usually don't freak out like that in a waist lock unless they're really hurt. So I beg to differ."

"You're not gonna let me win this argument, are you?" I raised a brow.

"No." Darby shook his head and smirked. "We've done enough today, in all realness."

"But-"

Darby cut me off when he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. He then pulled back, smiling softly at me. "No buts. Now come on," He stood up, holding his hand out to me. "We're gonna go shower and then we're gonna chill out in the living room and watch a movie or something. We'll figure it out. But we're done working out for today."

Grinning up at him, I gave in as I took his hand, allowing him to help me up. I followed him upstairs and we took a shower before getting out and changing. I changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a matching sports bra before I tied half my hair back in a messy bun. Darby only had on a pair of black sweats as he stood behind me, lightly grabbing my upper arms and kissing the back of my shoulder as he peeked at me through the mirror.