In the last hour I was waiting anxiously that my math teacher give for finish the class, but this asshole was doing it on purpose.
When the bell rang, I quickly got out of the class, because my father sent me a message saying that I should come over the gym. I didn't have a problem with that, since it was just a few blocks away of my house.
So I entered to the building, which from the outside had writing boxing with red. From the outside the place was scary, like you thought that only the rude ones could come in. So I pass through the glass doors and found Delia, sit behind a black desk with her typical messy dark chocolate hair.
"Lindy! So long since I see you, how are you?" She said excited, I smiled. I has a reason that I always tried to avoid to go to the gym of my father, and it was for the simple reason that I didn't like it there, and my father didn't like me here too, even he doesn't say it, I knew he didn't felt comfortable with me being in a place where I'm surrounded by boys.
"Hi Del, what happens is that I been having a lot of school work" And it wasn't entirely a lie. She smiled.
"Yeah, I remember that I didn't got out of my room when I had a test" Delia was around 20, a little young for the job, but she had a fresh young soul that brought a good touch to the place. The phone rang, "Oh I have to take this. I think your father is in the ring; I nodded and went to the door that went to the gym, as I get inside, I felt that smell of sweat. From inside it was a room with not so much light, but enough to see the people faces and movements, guys of every type, hitting bags, training and far it was the ring that they used it to practice too. I walked dipper into the place until I saw my father and Joe, his best friend, seeing the fight of two boys in the ring. They were more or less the same size, but one had a lot of tattoos, and more muscles. Both were hitting the other one, but not totally strong, because it was just a simple practice, but you could see a hundred miles away that the guy of the tattoos was winning, the fight was about to finish and my father made me signs to come closer when I wave them. Joe give for finally the fight and both kids were breathing heavily, trying to recover themselves, the got out of the ring and started listening to my dad's advices.
"France, when they attack you, you have to wait till they made their move so you can hit in a place where it's free" France just nodded to everything my dad said. After my dad finish talking he went over the dress room.
"Garret come here" My father called to the other kid that had fight, he was drinking water, with a towel walking towards us, as he was drying his face.
Oh shit! His green eyes stick into my brown ones, and I had chicken skin.
"Hey I'm Garrett" The brunette told me, a smile appeared in his face, letting me see a perfect smile, making me melt. My father cleared his throat and Joe laugh from behind knowing that my father didn't like that scene.
"Spenger the only thing you need to know about her, is that she's my daughter, and that if you touch her you are going to see your ass out of here" My father said with a control voice. Everyone would get scared but that Garrett didn't even reacted. "You know the only rule, don't make me mad" and that's why I didn't liked the gym, my dad scary everyone and the guys didn't even looked at me, because they were scared of being kicking out. Harry crosses his arms.
"I was just being polite Jeff, now tell me how was the fight so I can get out of here" My father seemed relaxed again.
"Never put your guard down, the right one that France hit you was because you got distracted. Put in line because you go in good way, I want to see you at the same time tomorrow." Joe just dedicated to nod to everything. He was right, the tattoo guy, that now had a name, was good fighting. I knew my dad didn't want to loose it.
"Something more?" He had a mocking tone, my father said no with his head, and he turned around showing his back.
"Put a shirt Spenger!" My dad yell, the boy just kept walking to the dress room with an egocentric way. I had never seeing anyone treating my father like this. "His a son of a bitch but he fights like a tiger " He said shaking his head.
"Now we go to lunch?" Joe asked, as he makes an enthusiastic clap. I smiled, I was really hungry.