Here is chapter two, finally. I am really upset that none of you left a review, hopefully you will leave one on this chapter, telling me what do you guys think.

And I am saying it again, the updates won't be as fast as I would love them to be. Blame the exams, not me.

Chapter Two.

"Getting To Know You."

I sighed loudly as I pull my long-chocolate-brown hair into a ponytail. Today is the first day of training with Paul. I have been told that is his first name.

I also been told that he's a nice guy. That was a lie. He is far from it. Or that was the impression he left. Bad first impression.

I pulled my gym bag from the bed and hold it over my shoulder. I just hope this will go smooth.

But another part of me actually didn't want that, I am still mad at him. He is a jerk. One hot jerk.

It's sad how some people are not as good as they look. I walked down the stairs. My parents are even asleep or already got up and went to work. And I am pretty sure it's the latter.

I slowly walked into the Performance Center, this place is huge. I walked over to where the many rings were and sighed nervously. Why am I even so nervous?

"Miss McMahon." I turned and found him right behind me. Wearing blue shorts and grey sleeveless gym shirt. Yes, Heavenly.

"Good morning." I said, politely, secreting hoping today would not be like the first time we saw each other.

"Good morning." He said, just as politely. "Lets get started." He said and pointed to the ring. I nodded as I inhaled deeply.

"So, You wrestled before?" He asked as he held the ropes open for me to get in. Well, maybe he isn't as jerky as I thought.

"Never." I said. I never wrestled before and I never thought that I would.

"Vince told me that you have been training for some months now." He said as he leaned against the ropes, folding his arms.

"True. Gym training, I have always been training, but lately, I am training harder."

"Okay, So how would you like to start?"

I, don't know? What should I say now? I have never wrestle and barely even watched wrestling. I start biting my lips, "Like I should." I said nervously.

He looked down and smirked a little then looked back at me and smiled, like he is enjoying an inside joke. "Lets get started." He murmurs.

I laid down on the mat, breathless. Fuck. This is hard. Harder than I thought to say the least.

"Tired?" He said as he wipes his sweat off. How can someone looks that good sweaty and shit?

"Burned out," I said, like I am trying the word. "Yes, that the word." I looked up at him when I heard him chuckling and realized he is sitting in the corner of the ring, leaning against the turnbuckle, as he said it is called.

"Your dad said that you, at first, didn't want this. What had changed?" I sit myself up. He is actually starting a conversation, I'm stunned.

"I never really that this is my cup of tea. It's like I just don't belong here, and I am a McMahon." I answered, honestly, giving him half a smile.

"I have to disagree. You are a fast learner, it's hard to believe it's your first time at the ring, believe me." He give the half smile back. "Still, What changed your mind?"

I laid back on the mat, "Nothing had changed." I sighed and start biting my lips. "I am here because I was told I will never be good enough to be here." Why I am telling him this?

I didn't hear him answer, and suddenly I found him standing above me. "Then lets make them eat up their words." He smirked, putting his hand out for me. I smiled as I took his hand, standing up with his help.

This is better than I thought.

He is better than he seemed to be.

My body was sore, but I was smiling like an idiot. I was so sweaty, yet I was enjoying the June's warm sun. I really do need a shower, though.

Yes, He is nice. So nice. Heavenly nice.

And he was right, I have to make them eat up their words. I need to.

I parked my car in the huge garage of my parent's house. Grabbing my gym bag, I got out the car and walked inside the house. I was met by my parents sitting, silently, doing whatever.

"Hey," I said happily as I walked over to the stairs.

"How was the first day of training?" Dad called after me.

"Great." I said running up the stairs, having no idea from where I have this power.

I entered my room and throw the bag away before grabbing something to wear, then I walked to my bathroom. My body is begging for a cold shower. That is what I exactly need.

"How was the first day of training?" I smirked as I took a sip from my coffee. I looked up at Natalie, my best friend. "Amazing."

She narrows her eyes at me and I looked down at my drink.

"So, That Paul guy?"

Fuck you Natalie for knowing me that well. "What? No! He is just my trainer. He is pretty hot, though." She rolled her eyes at me, "Whatever you say. I bet your ass he is."

"Shut up, Nat. Plus, He was actually really rude-"

"And it's obvious you're over that now." She smirked as she pushed her blonde-midi hair to the back.

I bite my lip. She is right, and I really don't even know how. Like this morning I was so mad that I actually have to see him again. And know I already want to see him, again.

What is wrong with me?

I sighed and looked at her. "How is Martin?" I asked, knowing full well that this question to make her forgot everything. I smiled as she start talking about her weekend with him.

Mission accomplished.

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