"Keep on your toes!" My coach slapped my back and I quickly got up. I jogged towards the middle of the ring looking at my opponent. The bell rang and she instantly swung for my face. I quickly brought my hands to my face blocking her punch. I could hear my coach screaming in the background but I ignored him. I quickly bent down as she tried to punch me again. When I came back up I gave her a set of 5 punches. She blocked the last 3, but I still got her. She charged towards me then striking me in the stomach. While she was striking me though, I quickly brought a good punch right to her throat. She stepped back from me then, running towards me she put her arms around me. She did this so she could get a break, the referee came and separated us. As soon as he let us begin fighting again though, I took many punches towards her face.
She blocked all my punches to the face so I quickly punched her in the stomach. She groaned and fell to her knees. The bell rang again and the referee grabbed my wrist and put it in the air. "Kameilia Collins wins!" The crowd began cheering and my coach and his assistants ran up on the the mat. I quickly took my mouth piece out and pumped my fist in the air. "Woo!" My coach held the water bottle to my lips and I lazily drank out of it. Letting some of the water poor down my chest. Some people that were sitting in the front row got to come up on the mat and celebrate as well.
Finally once we managed to get through the crowd we went back to the locker room. "Damn that was a match you wouldn't want to miss!" Coach Barns said. I laughed, "It wasn't that much of a challenge, it was like practicing with you."
"Are you telling me I'm a bad fighter?" He said pulling off my gloves. "Maybe."
"AH KAM!" I looked over my coaches shoulder to find some of my friends coming in. They hugged me, then quickly pulled away. "Ew you're sweaty." Jami said grossed out. I rolled my eyes annoyed starting to take the wrap off of my hands.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to break a sweat." My coach left so I could get changed. "You were fucking awesome out there though!" Jami said.
"You should have seen that look on the girls face when you punched her in the stomach." Bailey said sitting down on a chair.
"I did, it was hilarious I guess." It was funny, because they always said the same thing every time I won a match.
"When are you going to teach me to knock somebody out?" Jami asked punching me in the arm.
"Probably never, Coach Barns has got me hooked on practice all week." I threw the tape into the trash near by and threw a jacket over me.
"Does that mean we can't celebrate tonight?" Bailey wined.
"I wasn't planning on going clubbing with you guys tonight, I'm kind of beat up and tired." I walked over to the mirror and looked at the bruise that had already turned my cheek different colors.
"That's what make up and alcohol is for." Jami said laughing.
"Alcohol is off limits, Coach told me not to drink anymore." Jami groaned. "Not tonight, maybe next weekend."
"Nope, I'm not leaving you a choice, we're going tonight." Bailey grabbed my arm and sat me down on the bench. She reached into her bag and pulled out a dress. "You're wearing this." She threw it at me. It was a cute dress I'll admit. It was a sparkly type material that would cover up all the bruises on my chest, but it was split open at the back.
"I'll shower first." I laughed handing her the dress back. I grabbed a towel from my bag and went into the shower. I stripped down and threw my clothes outside the shower. I quickly washed up and threw the towel around me. "Oh shit girl you're all beat up." I looked down at my chest, and she was right. Bruises were every where.
"You get use to it." I grabbed the dress from her and quickly put it on. "Somebody do my hair while I do my makeup?"
"Me!" Jami ran towards me while I stood at the mirror doing my makeup. She brushed through my hair and scrunched it giving it a curly look. My hair just came down below my shoulders and was naturally straight. So I have no idea how she got it to curl like that.
My cheek was mostly covered up, but it still had a dark color to it, you could still tell somebody had punched me. "Okay now let's get out of this place it smells like sweat." Bailey groaned and we made our way out the back door. We all piled in Jami's truck and drove off to the club. The streets were still pretty busy from my match, but I would have figured everybody would have left by now.
"Ah check it out! Harry Styles had a boxing match tonight." Jami winked and elbowed softly me. I turned to see a building that had a picture of Harry Styles. He had boxed tonight too. So that's why the streets were so busy.
"So what gives?"
"God you're so boring, he's like the best boxer ever, you two should hook up somehow." I rolled my eyes. Worlds best boxer, and mans biggest whore.
Once we got to the club, Jami flirted with the first man she saw. Which would be the bouncer at the front of the club. "Hey Dylan, you're working tonight?" She asked.
"I work here, every night Jami." I laughed, we hadn't even started drinking and she was already ditzy and stupid, typical. We walked into the club and the beat of the music instantly hit me. My heart thumped loud, and it reminded me of when I was in the ring. I smiled and followed Bailey towards the bar. "I want a dry martini." Jami said. "Lemon drop please baby." Bailey smirked. "Lemonade please." Bailey elbowed me in the side right where a bruise was. I grunted a little.
"We're at a club dumb ass." Jami rolled her eyes at me. "I'm completely aware of that." The bartender handed us our drinks and I quickly drank my lemonade. "Now lets dance!" Bailey grabbed both of our arms and led us to the dance floor.
I had never been much of a dancer, but I never cared out idiotic I looked. I laughed as Jami and Bailey both grinded against each other, getting some guys attention. "Hey pretty ladies, how would you like to dance with us?" A big bulky guy asked.
"Oh yes please!" Bailey instantly began dancing with the guy with dark hair. Jami found her way with another guy, while I kinda danced awkwardly alone. I felt arms slip around me, and for a second I thought I was in the ring. I stopped myself from throwing a punch, by quickly turning around.
"Hey beautiful, wana dance?" I felt my face heat up, he was kind of cute. He had light blond hair and a thick irish accent. "Why not?" He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our hips moved in sync to the beat of the music, and we had a lot of fun. I put my hands around his neck, instantly being able to smell his breath. Which smelled of alcohol I smiled a little but didn't let it bother me.
We danced for what seemed like an hour before finally getting tired. We sat at the bar and the bartender came towards us. "Two straight tequila shots for me and the pretty lady please."
"Oh I don't drink."
"Come on, just have a little fun." He leaned close to me. "It's on me." He kissed my cheek and backed away. The bartender gave us the drinks and I looked at it. I suddenly felt sick, remembering the punches I had gotten to the stomach. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"Okay, see you soon princess." He winked at me and I quickly left for the bathroom. I leaned over the sink and turned on the cold water. I splashed some water on my throat, not wanting to ruin my makeup. I felt so hot though, I had never really danced so close to a guy for that long. I just felt weird. I wiped off the extra water and walked back to the bar.
I was thinking this through, I'll have a one drink. But I'm not gonna let this guy pull any funny shit on me.
I sat down next to him at the bar, "You gonna have a little fun now?" Both of our drinks were still full, I was surprised he waited for me.
"Sure but only one." I picked up my glass.
"That's what they all say, cheers." He said and our glasses hit together, before I brought the glass to my lips taking a drink. The liquid burned my mouth so I quickly swallowed it. It burned my throat all the way down, and it felt oddly good. "Now should we dance again?"
"Yeah let's go." I smiled and he put his arm around my waist and led me back to the dance floor. I could already feel the alcohol running through my veins and it honestly felt amazing. I was just really tired. He slipped his hands back around my waist, while my back moved against his front. Our hips moved in sync once again while we went crazy.
I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. He moved my hair aside, and began sucking on my neck. For some reason I let him, and it felt amazing. I knew I shouldn't let him do this though. I feel a weird feeling in my throat, and a moan escaped my lips as he sucked on my skin. I could feel a smirk against my skin as he bit down, causing me to tilt my head to the side giving him more room. "Are you getting as tired as me?" He laughed.
I suddenly felt extremely weak. "What do you mean?" I felt my body being picked up bridal style, and I couldn't even get the strength to fight back. What was going on? "I'll see you in the morning." I felt lips connect with mine before everything went black.
I could hear a soft voice in my head, and I groaned. I didn't want to open my eyes, I was so tired. Once I finally got the strength to open my eyes, I wasn't where I expected myself to be. I was laying in somebody's bed. I looked around me, but nobody was around. I could hear voices still though. I went to sit up but my body ached. I quickly clutched my stomach not feeling so well.
"Morning princess." I jumped, practically screaming, now sitting up. I looked towards the door to see a guy the was about the same height as me. He had blond hair that was pushed up in the front. He was a little muscular, and was kind of cute. He seemed familiar though.
"Ugh who are you?" He laughed and came towards me. He pushed me down and hovered over me.
"You don't remember me?" He leaned down towards my neck and sucked a spot on my neck. Instantly making me remember last night. It all hit me like a brick wall. I quickly pushed him off me. "Don't play dirty games with me, it's a bad idea." I realized I wasn't wearing my dress anymore. "I really need to get going, where are my clothes."
"Woah woah, no need to rush." He laughed. "You really don't like to have fun do you?"
"I have to go to work." I began looking around the room for my dress.
"Works boring, can't we do something first." He quickly grabbed my waist and smashed me against his chest. I groaned in pain.
"Listen buddy, I don't know why I'm here right now, and I don't plan on sticking around to find out." I grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from my waist.
"Your feisty." He laughed picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
"And you're about to die." I grabbed the back of his shirt and swung my body upwards. Flipping around his shoulder, I grabbed his arm harshly, holding it in a uncomfortable position behind his back. "I suggest not pushing my limits." He laughed.
He reached between his legs and grabbed my ankle, pulling me under him. He grabbed my waist then picking me up and carrying me back to the bed. "I wasn't kidding when I said don't push my limits." When he pushed me down on the bed, his laid all his body weight on me. Surprisingly he was heavier than I thought. He tried holding my hands above my head, but he had no advantage there. I quickly brought my fist to his chest, striking him and knocking the breath from his lungs.
This made him sit up a little more, and I took the chance to move away from him. I ran to his dresser and grabbed a pair of his pants, not caring if they fit me. I slipped them on quickly, and I felt arms slip around my waist again. I quickly turned around and struck him in the crotch. "How are you so strong?" He grunted and fell to the floor.
"I'm a boxer." Deciding to be nice, I went to the freezer and tossed him a bag of ice. "Cya." I walked out the front door of the hotel and down to the street. I got into a taxi, and they took me back to my house. Jami and Bailey were probably freaking out. And Coach Barns was probably going to kill me.
Once I got to my house I quickly changed into shorts and a sport bra. I put on some tennis shoes and got into my car and drove off to the gym. Once I got there Coach Barns was about to head out the door. "Where have you been?!"
"I over slept, I'm sorry."
"Do you need to take the day off you look like crap." I hadn't even looked in the mirror this morning. I probably still had all my makeup on and stuff. I don't even know if I was raped by that pedofile, I probably should have taken a pill for that or something.
"No I'm fine, I'm just tired." I pushed past him and began wrapping up my hands. Once I had finished that I decided to leave my gloves off. "I want you working with the bag for 20 minutes to get warmed up while I make a call."
"Sure, who you makin' a call with?" I walked over to the bag.
"It's a boxer, I figured you guys could train together." I shrugged and began punching at the bag. One punch after the other, I began sweating. My breath picked up and I punched non stop. The bag moved back and forth. "Knock em out!" I heard somebody yell, so I quickly swung my fist back, then forwards striking harder than before. The bag jerked and the chains that held the bag up ripped from the ceiling.
"Knock them out, don't kill them." The bag fell to the floor and I turned around to see who was even talking to me. My jaw dropped. "Oh I'm Harry-."
"Harry Styles." I shook my head. "Let me guess, you came to hook up with me? I'll pass."
"Kam, he's the one I called." Coach Barns said laughing.
"Surprising." I began pushing the bag aside. "I thought he was only good for fucking." I muttered under my breath. Once I got the bag out of the way Harry had his hands wrapped. I walked over to Coach Barns. "So why do I have to train with him?"
"Well he's here for the tournament, and he's and old student of mine, so I figured he could help you improve a little."
Help me improve? With what? I didn't need some low life whore teaching me how to punch somebody. I rolled my eyes. "Harry, I want her to try to hit you, don't fight back, just block." He might want to fight back, I thought, just so I don't bring his sorry ass down.
I picked up my boxing gloves and put them on. Harry put his mouth guard on, and put his boxing gloves on as well. Coach told us when to go, and I instantly threw a punch at him, he obviously blocked.
I began punching towards his stomach, sending multiple punches at a time. He blocked all of them, so I threw one punch at his face, which he blocked as well. I looked at him surprised that he had blocked that. Before I could react, Harry quickly punched me in the stomach. "I told you just to block Harry."
"It's her fault she let her guard down, that could of been the death of her right there." My eyes widened, what the hell?
"True, but just block please, she's already beaten up enough from her match last night."
"Are you that horrible?" He asked.
"Curly, I wouldn't push my temper, I've had a bad night, and you're not making my morning any better." He raised his eyebrows so I took the chance to begin punching him. Getting one strike to the shoulder at first.
I began punching at his face time after time, then quickly moved to his stomach, then back to his face, getting a strike to the forehead. I stopped then, completely out of breath. I laid down on the mat tired. "You're weak." Harry said, after taking his mouth guard out.
"I got 3 hits on you."
"3." He laughed and I groaned. Men always thought they were better at everything, it's always been so annoying.
"Okay that's it for today, I think you've gotten beaten up enough Kam. You can take the day off tomorrow, but be back here Monday." I quickly sat up and pulled off my boxing gloves. I took all my gear off and threw it in my bag.
"Hey Kami, maybe if you didn't suck so much you wouldn't have so many bruises." He snickered.
"Looks like you got pretty beat up last night to."
"I don't have any bruises." He turned towards me with his arms out, showing off his chest.
I turned around and looked. "Oh sorry, I mistakened it for the big ass butterfly on your chest." He laughed. "Are you always this sassy?"
"No you just annoy me." I grabbed my bag and walked outside of the gym, he followed behind me.
"Maybe we could hang out sometime, when I'm less annoying."
"Sorry Curly." I waved at him as I got into my car and drove off, not daring to look back.