Chapter 6||Let's celebrate Evie Adams only Talent...BEING CLUMSY!

Evie's POV

I ran.

To put it simply.

Ok. Not completely. My curiosity got the better of me. Just behind on of the pillars near the exit door.

I watched in dismay as a rather delectable looking Zach walked into the light from the shadows. I physically shut my mouth before I drooled.

Just kidding. I would never be attracted to him. He was a player, right? A heartless, mean, handsome guy...right?

Obviously, he had just been working out because his muscular chest was glistening with sweat.

I quickly wiped my mouth and shut my mouth.

Why did this guy have to look like Alex Pettyfer?

He looks like a bucket of mud.

No he doesn't.

If Chloe ever found out my inner thoughts, she'd probably start dancing like a deranged grandma.

I slapped my cheek, giving off an extremely loud, echoing sound.

Wow. Real smooth, Evie.

Zach slowly turned in my direction. His eyebrow were raised and a small smirk was forming on his lips. He narrowed his eyes onto Chloe.

"Were you talking to yourself?"

Chloe rolled her eyes up so you could only see the whites of her eyes.

"Yessss! And now I'm coming to get you." She mimed a zombie and rocked her body side to side like a drunkard.

Max just cracked up. Zach rolled his eyes in annoyance. I mentally whacked my mind against a wall.

Like Zach's chest, huh?

"It's not scary."

I groaned loudly. Why do I always think of this guy?

Everyone's eyes stared in my direction. There was a moment of silence.

Let us just take this moment to revere Evie Adams only talent...BEING CLUMSY!

"It's probably Veronica and Dan again. Someone needs to tell them to get a room." Max mumbled.

"See some other time, voodoo girl." Max smiled.

Zach and Max started to walk out. Just as Chloe thought they were gone, Zach walked in again. He looked around the room with his eyes narrowed and then turned and slammed the door.

What the hell climbed up his ass?

***

"Ok. So. You ever done any karate or anything?" Dan the boxing trainer asked politely.

"No."

"You work out or anything?" He asked, getting irritated.

"No."

"How are you not fat?"

"Hey! I just control my diet..."

"Do you do anything else?" He asked annoyed.

"Yes! I eat, sleep and repeat." I replied in a 'duh' tone.

"Right." Dan sighed.

He turned around and picked a pair of neon pink boxing gloves off one of the corner chairs of the ring. He jumped out of the ring and walked over to a punching bag. I attempted to jump over the side of the ring and face planted the ground.

Dan's laughter rumbled across the room like thunder. I ran over to where he was, blushing heavily.

"Do you know what this is?"

"How about...your face?"

Dan sniggered quietly.

"Stay calm and punch lighter on the bag so you can last more rounds, keep your form together, and punch sharp. This will allow you to get in more minutes of quality bagwork. You want to have energy to hit the bag with correct form and keep your punches snappy, instead of spending most of your bagwork panting and huffing. Don't waste energy showing off on the bag - nobody cares."

"Do I look like a boy? I don't show off...unless it's beating Chloe with the amount of truffles I can fit in mouth at one time. Plus, I don't even know how your supposed to punch." I replied.

"Let's start with that then."

***

"The basic punches in boxing - the jab, straight right, left hook and uppercut - each require a slightly different form. All punches involve coordinating the placement of your legs and feet, hip and shoulder rotations and the movements of your arms, wrists and fists. By learning good form, you achieve the most power with the least amount of effort. To avoid injury, heed the 95 percent rule in which you extend your elbow only up to 95 percent when doing any type of punch. If your legs start to tire during punching drills we can pause for few counts to recover."

"Do you think I'll even last half a minute?"

"Probably not."

I huffed and randomly started punching the air.

"Keep your arms in a sort of triangle shape to your body. Make sure you punch to the centre, not the sides. If you do, you'll punch straight past the person, which will do jack-shit."

"Ok."

For the next hour, I probably did the most exercise in my life. Dan wouldn't take no for an answer, or let me take breaks. I had to get the big guns out.

"I need to go to the toilet, Dan."

"No."

"My stomach hurts, Dan."

"We can run it off, it's probably just a stitch."

"DAN, I NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET, MY PERIOD JUST STARTED."

Flames of red started to engulf his cheeks.

"You better go then."

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