One: you've been on my mind (a bullet through my system)

[Bellamy]

Definitely the worst part about training was the no-sex rule. Granted it was self-imposed but still. Lincoln, the gym's owner and my trainer, had worked so hard to get me these upcoming fights that I couldn't blow it. My insane workout regimen and clean eating diet I could handle, the no-sex thing was...tougher. Especially with the gym's new medic that has been hired on. Clarke was her name (though I preferred antagonizing her with Princess as a nickname), and she was currently in the midst of her morning run on the gym's only treadmill. The gym's office had this one way mirror that overlooked the treadmill, and since I had headed into the office for a bottle of water, I figured I'd torture myself some more and watch a little while longer.

God she was a stunner, her full tits bouncing as she ran, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and her blue eyes fierce with a look of determination. Strong, sexy and confident, things I loved in a woman and she was all three. The only thing was I knew there was more to her than that. I had my chance with her, and I really think I blew it. I screwed everything up. So all I could do now was watch from a distance, even though she now worked where I trained. I could've left, but I couldn't do that to Lincoln after all he'd done for me. So I was stuck. And if you could think up a more frustrating hell, well you can't. This is it.

I left Lincoln's office, ready for my routine Friday morning spar with Roan, who had just showed up with Raven. Nodding to Roan, I hopped into the ring, tossed my shirt to the side and waited for Roan to join. When he finally did, and climbed into the ring, Roan gave me a questioning stare, "What's got your panties in a twist this morning?"

"Nothing. We gonna talk or fight?" I replied abruptly, throwing my fists up in a boxing stance.

Roan shrugged and threw the first punch, which I blocked easily. I grinned. This I knew. This was where I excelled, the focus, the rhythm, jab, block, jab. It was almost therapeutic and it was a welcome distraction from the blonde on the treadmill. With that thought, I snuck a glance at Princess who was now cooling out and trying to not so subtly glance our way. I smirked a little more, and that's when I took a knockout hit to the right side of my face.

[Clarke]

My morning run was always better with some eye candy. The benefits of working out in a predominantly male gym were that I usually got something nice to look at while I worked out. Although there weren't many people around this morning, just a few guys that would be classified as feather or light weight fighters at the weight bench. So I zoned out to my rock playlist blaring in my ears. That is until I saw him coming out of the office. A little smirk crept up on his face. Fucking Bellamy. How long was he in there? Not that he would've seen anything he liked. The jackass. The front door to the gym opened and Raven and Roan walked in. Raven was my closest friend and had helped me land the job here at Lincoln's gym as the on-site medic. Roan was her fiancé and a close friend to Bellamy as well. Every Friday Roan came to the gym to spar with Bellamy, so the view during my run was about to get more interesting. Just because I thought he was an ass, doesn't mean I can't appreciate good looks right?

The two were sparing in the ring, both with their shirts off now. Roan was handsome, in a rugged way, and his abs went on forever. Although Raven would probably kick my ass for think about her man like that. My eyes however, were always drawn to Bellamy. His curly dark brown hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his arm muscles flexed as he threw punch after punch. Bellamy has these warm dark brown eyes that are calculating and focused, but also deep. The freckles that start on his face continued down his body across tan skin. I watched his abs tighten with every block and jab and oops, I almost fell off the treadmill trying to watch him. He turned and glanced my way and promptly caught me checking him out. He just grinned. Damn it. I shook my head and tried to focus back on the end of my run. That is until I saw Bellamy take a nearly knockout hit to the right side of his face and fall backwards onto his back. In all the time I'd worked here, I had never seen him take a hit that bad. And he wasn't getting up. "SHIT." I yelled, and hopped off the treadmill, running to make sure he was okay. This was my job after all. As I reached the ring, Bellamy was just coming to. I heard Roan apologizing, "Sorry man, I didn't realize you'd lost your focus.."

I knelt beside him, checking his vitals. "Can you tell me your name and phone number?" I asked him, hoping he didn't have a concussion. I knew he had a fight next week.

Sitting up, leaning on his elbows, Bellamy half-smiled, "Princess, you know you don't need this as an excuse to get my number."

I heard Roan muffle a laugh. I rolled my eyes, even though my heartbeat kicked up a notch when those brown eyes landed on me.

I stood up and backed away from them, "Okay, you're fine. You'll probably have a bruise later. If you have an ongoing headache or get nauseous , please tell me. We'll get you to a doctor. And you should probably cut your fight short today. Take it easy for the rest of the day, idiot." I turned towards the washrooms and went to get cleaned up.

"Sorry Princess, I didn't mean to offend you!" Bellamy called snarkily after me. I refused to acknowledge him out of spite, but shot him a glare over my shoulder. He was still grinning.

Goddamn that man. He was infuriating. Hot as fuck, but a completely cocky asshole. Most fighters were, in my experience. And then there was our "history" together, if you could call it that. I don't think I could ever forget that night, much as try to. Ugh. I shouldn't even be thinking about Bellamy. Not after that night. I wouldn't go there. Never again.