Autumn Showers

28- The one with the first boxing lesson

Ever since the photographs leaked around school, luckily the damage was somewhat minimal thanks to Toby destroying most of the evidence, I've consistently pestered Lucas into starting my boxing lessons.

I didn't want to feel afraid anymore.

I didn't want to feel weak.

I want to feel strong, I want to know that if someone came up to me, I'd at-least have a chance to fight them off.

I want to feel empowered.

But I also want to do this for women everywhere, I want to be able to protect other women, If I ever saw them in danger.

I tug on my black long sleeved gym top, as I tip-toe into the boxing gym, my heart is racing out of my chest when I see numerous large and tall men darted across the room. My hands trembles slightly, when I notice one of them looking at me.

I must look so out of place.

'Love!' A voice calls out.

I turn to the source of the voice, my breath hitches when I see that a shirtless, slightly sweaty Lucas Wilson is walking towards me. 

Holy fuck.

Is he fucking photo-shopped of something?

How is that body even possible?

If I'm not careful, I'm going to begin swooning and I refuse to let happen, I can't feed into his already huge ego.

'H-Hey!' I cry out, my voice strange and high-pitched.

Fuck, well done Autumn.

You don't look like a total idiot, at all.

He laughs slightly as he pulls off his boxing gloves, 'You ready for our first session?'

'The real question is, are you?'

He looks down at me with a warm expression, 'I'm more than ready, princess.'

My stomach churns unexpectedly, 'G-Great!'

'Come on, I thought you'd be more comfortable, if you didn't have anyone staring at you. So, there's a room in the back, we can use.'

I nod mutely before following him into the room, I wrinkle my nose at the poor choice of paint on the walls, they were an obnoxiously coloured bright green. There was a numerous punching bags dangling from the ceiling, and a box of gloves next to the door.

'You really need to speak to someone about their interior design choices.'

Lucas snorts, 'I'll mention it, next time the owner is in.'

'Please do.'

He claps his hands together, 'Have you brought wraps?'

I tilt my head, 'Like tortilla wraps?'

He bursts out laughing, his eyes meeting his laugher, 'How the fuck do you have a 4.0 GPA, princess? I meant hand wraps.'

My cheeks burn, 'I-I knew that, I was just joking.'

'Course, you were.'

'I was!' 

He rolls his eyes, 'Luckily for you, I figured you wouldn't have any. So, I brought you some.'

'O-Oh thanks!'

Lucas nods before going towards, what I presume is his backpack which is discarded across the room, when he returns to be he's holding a pink roll of fabric.

A teasing grin works its way onto my face, 'Did you buy me pink ones specifically?'

'Well, they aren't for me!'