16 and secretly a bad ass

Uncle C's twin? ..wait no....UNCLE C !!!

“I….hate….you!” I gasped for breathe after doing the most push ups and sit ups I had ever done in my life..

Blake chuckled at my state of breathlessness. I was lying on my back, flattened out on the floor and breathing like I had run a marathon.

“How’re you feeling princess?” he asked leaning down and giving me a hand to pull me up. He had that stupid smirk on his face. I took his hand, letting him help me stand up.

“I feel like a million bucks” I muttered sarcastically. The truth was that my whole body was rebelling on me. I was sore everywhere. Not that I’m not fit because well…of course I am! I train everyday but I’ve never done such intense training before.

“Great cause we’re just getting started” he smiled cheekily. I brought a hand up ready to slap him but I was too tired I couldn’t even reach his face. Instead, I just dropped my hand to my side and heaved a long drawn-put sigh.

Blake burst out laughing again. Clearly someone was enjoying my haggard state.

“Sooo lets call it a day” I sang and slowly started moving away from Blake and heading towards the door.

Suddenly a hand clasped around my wrist and pulled me back, turning me in the process. I ended up facing Blake who had amusement clearly written on his face.

“Honey what you just did back there was just warm up. What you’re about to do now is the actual training.”

“Whaaaa?” was all that came out of my mouth.

“Now now no complaining” he said moving his index finger on my face “C’mon”

“What are we doing now”

“WE are not going to do anything. YOU are going to punch that bag. Let’s see if you got any muscles Grey” he said motioning me to follow him.

“Ok now punch the bag” he ordered patting the black bag with one hand.

I started punching the bag.

“Ok ok wait wait ..stop” he interrupted “You’re not moving your torso right. To punch, you have to move your torso with your fist, so you get more control” I nodded curtly.

“Ok move” He said moving me from where I was standing and taking my place. “Now, I’m going to show you how to punch properly”

I nodded and waited for him to start.

My eyes widened a fraction when I saw his muscles flex. He smirked slightly noticing, but he didn’t comment.

In slow motion, he punched his fist out. His whole body turned with the punch, in one fluid movement. I was taken aback at how graceful it looked. As he punched he breathed out slowly to match his movements. Then he retracted his fist, going back to the same position he was in before. When he finished he dropped his stance and looked at me.

“Now you” he said like a teacher said to his student. I nodded.

I made a fist and was about to punch

“Oh and one more thing” he interrupted and I frowned. Talk about bad timing.

“When you punch always, always, always breathe out”

“Go on” he pointing his chin towards the bag.

At the same pace he punched, I did the same thing. My torso twisted and my feet stayed planted on the floor as I punched the air. I had remembered to breathe out as well. By the time I finished, he was standing next to me with a big smile on his face. His smile was nice, genuine, it showed he was satisfied with what he saw.