One minute I was sparring my friend, the next thing I know I'm paired up with the new boxer.
I go to karate about five times a week, but my studio also teaches boxing. Boxing happens right after my class, so they sometimes mix.
I haven't gotten a good look at the guy till now. His face is stone cold, and his body is like a Greek god. We step into the ring.
And our instructor says, "go"
We pounce from side to side trying to get an opening on each other. His shoulders tense and I can see the tips of a shadow forming around the side of his neck, but what really catches my eyes are his blue eyes. They are a shade of cobalt blue that I have never seen. He sees me distracted and smirks. Before realizing the smirk wasn't from me checking him out, I land face down on the mat.
Nice going Tris. Now this guy thinks your weak too. I get up and brush my hand over my lip. I put my hands up and kick. Straight to his chest, which would have been amazing, if he fell. Instead he smirks, standing straight, as if nothing happened.
Our teacher bows us out and I leave to go pack up my bag, ignoring his hand, which he had stretched out to shake my hand.
As I am packing I sense a presence next to me. He stands behind me, somewhat cornering me into the side of the wall. I sigh, just loud enough for myself.
"May I help you?" I say with a pissed off tone. I don't even bother to turn around.
"Well you are sort of blocking my bag, so.." Fuck I should have known he didn't actually want to talk.
I scooted over, giving him a little room to grab his bag.
He smirk, "Four"
"What?" What was this boy trying to give me his number?
"It's my name"
"Oh..uh..hi, I'm tris" Fuck now he thinks I cant even speak.
"Well tris I guess I will see you around.." He gets up and walks straight out the door, not even giving me a chance to say goodbye.
I ignore him and look at the clock on the wall. Shit! Peter is going to be home in less than an hour! I grab all my stuff and run home.
Peter and I got together three years ago. I always knew he was sort of cruel, but I never expected it to be at me. About two years ago he slapped me across the face during one of our numerous arguments. I broke up with him right away, but that night he apologized and said it was the last time, so I took him back. The next week he cut me during sex, telling me if I ever did that again he would kill me. I know he would never kill me, but he would make me pay.
I got home and noticed I had five minutes. I ran to our bedroom and went into the loose cupboard on the floor. I hid my bag and took a quick shower.
If Peter ever found out I was doing karate he might actually kill me.
I got out of the shower and noticed the bruise on my abdomen where, shit what is his name again? Three? Oh! Four, gave me from that kick. It was surrounding all my others I got from Peter.
"Where are you, you slut?!" Shit peter was home.
I quickly got clothes on and went to see what state he was in tonight.
"Hey..honey" I said with discomfort.
"Whats for dinner?" He said looking at me with hate.
" I thought we could go out for take out or something.. you see I did-" He slapped me
"you fucking cunt! Money doesn't grow on trees! I give you all day to make something and all you do is sit on your lazy ass!"
"Peter, I had school, and I was just finishing homew-"
"ARE YOU ACTUALLY TALKING BACK TO ME?!" I gulped
I screamed and begged as he dragged me by the hair to the bedroom.