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96..97..98..99..100. "Bella!" Jacob called from the front of the warehouse waving his hands around frantically at me. I smiled and draped the jumping rope around my neck before ducking underneath the ropes surrounding the ring.

"Listen, I think I've found the perfect guy for you to train" Jake said which made me roll my eyes as I dried off my sweat with the nearby towel. Shaking my head I pushed him aside and made my way to my office "I told you I don't coach anymore, why do you have to keep pushing this?"

I asked half annoyed and the other half curious. "I know you haven't coached anyone in 3 years but I think it'll help you get out of this funk that you've been in ever since.." I held up my hand to stop him from saying the words and closed my eyes to keep myself from tearing up "Please don't bring it up, I'm still not over it and you know this, so if you love me as much as I know you do you will let this go and not bring it up again"

Jake sighed loudly but nodded "Fine Bella whatever you want but until you work through this, life isn't going to get any easier" I looked into Jake's warm and inviting brown eyes and walked right into his awaiting arms "Thanks for always having my back, you're always there when I need you most" Jake rubbed soothing circles on my back and whispered softly "Don't even mention it"

After a few seconds I finally pulled away and tried to regain my composure "I've got to straighten things up in here before I lock up but I'll see you later" and Jake took that as his sign to leave. With a wave and a smile he shut the warehouse door behind him and left me alone to my thoughts. Jake was wonderful, we had been friends since elementary school and growing up with him had been like growing up with my own personal ray of sunshine with his positivity and caring heart.

He was always ready to get into all kinds of mischief with me but never failed to protect me every step of the way. We did practically everything together, he was my best friend. He knew when I needed a kick in the butt to get me in gear and he even knew when it was best to just leave me to my jumbled thoughts.

I took the jump rope that had fallen to the ground when I'd hugged Jake and placed it back on the rack near the lifting weights that hung in a perfect row. Scanning the room quickly for any misplaced items brought me back to the past, a past where Dylan and I were in blissful ignorance:

Flashback:

"Dylan you aren't fighting fairly!" I squealed while laughing, his butt was currently pressed up against the front of my body and he began shaking it again once my laughter started to subside. I was stuck between Dylan's bodacious bum and the ring's ropes "What are you talking about Bella!? This is how all the boxers fight now, get with the program babe" he said as he threw his head back to laugh with me.

"Stop! Stop! I'm going to pee my pants" I shrieked trying to contain my bladder and Dylan's shimmying derriere. Grabbing his sides I tried to pry his butt away from me but it was no use Dylan's hips definitely didn't lie and when he went into Shakira mode there was nothing you could do to stop him!

After a few more minutes the song on the radio ended and I came face to face with the most beautiful pair of grey eyes and the loveliest crooked smile, with his hands framing my face he pulled me closer and leaned his head down brushing his lips against mine, softly at first but then growing in intensity once my hands found their way into his messy blonde locks.

Dylan's hands snaked down from face and around my waist, lifting me up so that my legs could wrap around his hips as we continued to kiss. When it became too much for us to breathe he rested his forehead against mine and whispered "I love you more than anything" and with a gentle kiss on my nose he placed me back down onto the mat that we had placed inside the boxing ring to practice on.

End Flashback:

My cell phone ringing startled me out of my memories and I noticed it was Alice calling me, probably wondering if I had forgotten all about game night at her parents house. I let it go to voicemail and planned to call her once I got back to my car. With the keys to the place in hand I looked longingly at the boxing ring one more time before flicking the light switch off and pulling the door closed behind me.