Let's Get Psychical

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After we all sat and talked for another 30 minutes, we decided to make our way over to Vixy and Emma's. I was more than ready to start my training! I rode with Adrian over to their place, and we just listened to music and held hands on our drive. It was nice, to have such a small amount of peace, it really brought my spirits up, which I desperately needed. He seemed to feel the same way if you ask me, which made me even happier. Adrian pulled in next to Emma and we all climbed out of our cars.

"Adrian, you and I are not going to be joining our lovely guardians for a while. We have some special training that we need to do, so come on," Vixy stated excitedly as she grabbed Adrian's hand, pulling him towards her house.

"What type of training?" Adrian questioned.

"Spirit training!" Vixy squealed happily as she pulled him through the doorway.

Emma lead me to what appeared to be a very large garage on the outside. It was a nice brick patterned, tan color stucko siding with a dark red roof. She unlocked the door and revealed a room that brought me back to my high-school days. There was training equipment scattered across the place, punching bags, even what seemed to be a small, personal track that even had some hurdles.

"Damn Emma," I said in awe as I looked around. "Where do we start?"

"Well you get to start by running the track, I on the other hand, will be timing you," Emma said with a smirk as she pulled out her phone.

"Seriously," I began, but she held a finger up to shush me.

"You better get ready," Emma warned.

I sighed and jogged over to the track. Eh, it doesn't look that bad, I thought as I looked at it. It seems to only be the length of an eight of a mile.

"You have to run it eight times," Emma stated.

I let out a groan as she yelled out go! I started off at a steady pace, jumping each hurdle with ease. They seem about 6 feet apart and are about 2 and a half feet from the ground. Shit, that means there are 110 hurdles all together. And I have to do this eight times in a row. I silently groaned in my head as Emma yelled for me to pick up my pace. I gritted my teeth as I quickened my pace. By the end of this torture, I was heaving and panting. I hadn't ran like that in years!

"Well, you didn't trip over any hurdles, so I guess we can call it good on the running, even though personally, I think you could shave about five minutes off of your time, but we'll worry about that later," Emma said with a devilish grin as she pat me on my back.

I just gave her a go to hell look as she lead me over to the punching bags.

"Well, all that frustration you're feeling towards me, use it on this bag. I want you punching it until your arms are jelly, ya hear?" Emma stated.

I just nodded and began to wail on the bag with all my might, which turned out to not be the best idea in the world. My arms felt like jelly after just fifteen minutes.

"Tsk tsk Jessica, you should know better than to exert yourself like this. If you were in the midst of a fight, you'd be taken down easily. Keep going, you'll gain feeling in your arms eventually."

I shot her daggers but did as she said. After ten minutes, I did slowly gain feeling in my arms again. And man, they were throbbing, but not nearly as much as my legs were. I continued to land punches, and even began to toss some kicks in there too. I figured I might as well go all out in this training, to show Emma how determined I am, because this isn't the first time we've tried this.. thats probably the reason she's not taking it easy on me. After about ten more minutes of this, my entire body began to shake and twitch uncontrollably. My knees just straight up gave out on me, and I dropped to the ground in exhaustion, heaving heavily. My vision began to fade in and out as Emma walked up to me.

"Well, you lasted a lot longer than I thought you would," she chuckled.

That chuckle was the last thing I heard before my vision went black and my head dropped and bounced off the concrete ground.

Once I came back from passing out, I felt like I was freezing to death. I opened my eye to see that I was in a tub full of ice and cold water. I shot up and darted my eyes all around the room until I found Emma sitting on the toilet on the other side of the room, reading on her tablet. She glanced up at me for a second before returning to her reading.

"What the hell am I doing here?" I questioned.

But that's when it hit me, the intense throbbing and aching all over my entire body.

"Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, you're pretty sore, and that just from one workout Jess... it's honestly disappointing but I can understand considering you don't really do much physical activity anymore," Emma replied without even looking away from her tablet.

"Well, I'm done chilling out, so let's get back to business," I said as I forced my body to stand up, even though it was screaming at me to stay down.

Emma chuckled at me and stood up.

"You really gonna try and push your luck?"

"Damn straight. I'm not gonna be a weak little bitch anymore."

I slowly climbed out of the tub, my arms and legs shaking the entire time from a mixture of soreness and coldness and Emma just watched with an amused look. Once I was out, she directed me to follow her. Man did she walk fast too, but I only fell behind once, so hey, ya gotta give me some credit.

Once we were back to the garage, I had to fight back the urge to vomit just from looking at it. Emma suggested that we duke it out for this session and man, I was pumped. We made our way to the middle of the garage, to the padded floor, and we got positioned. I allowed Emma to strike first, and she moved fast. She landed a swift punch to the side of my face. It stung like a son of a bitch, but I shook it off and landed a weak kick to her side.

"Jess, you're gonna have to hit harder than that," she stated as she swung and hit me in the exact same spot.

"Okay, that one pissed me off-fa-fa," I said as I leg swept her, knocking her on her ass.

She swiftly got back up and landed a hard kick to my knee, causing me to drop down. She then tried to kick me in the face but I matrix dodged it, I may have fallen on my ass in doing so but I dodged it so I jumped back up. I charged at her and faked a punch to the gut, then landed a blow to her left cheek. That distracted her long enough for me to give her a knee to the gut, causing her to drop. Unfortunately, she hopped right back up and began to just swing multiple punches at, landing about 80% of them. After another five minutes, I was panting heavily and Emma looked like she could go on for hours. I knew I should probably call it quits, but damn that Italian blood that flows through me. I charged at her, knocking her down, but when we landed, she knocked me off of her. Before I could get up, she got ontop of me. I didn't have it in me to get her off, my body just couldn't go anymore. It felt like it was weighed down to the ground and I was not getting up. Emma seen that my body had given up and she just smirked as she got off of me. She helped me up and she had to support my weight for a second before I could stand on my own.

Once we made it to their living room, I just fell into the couch and just melted. It felt like my body legitimately melted into the couch. After a minute Emma came back in holding two bottles of water. I perked up at the sight of the water as she handed me one. I grabbed it, practically tore off the lid and chugged the entire bottle down in less than a minute.

"That's enough training for today I think. Zeke has tomorrow off so he'll be here to train you around 8 a.m." Emma stated as she took a drink.

I just nodded, put my empty bottle on the coffee table, and tossed my head back and shut my eyes. After just a few minutes, I was passed the hell out, snoring oh so lightly.

Next thing that I know, Zeke is shaking me awake. I growled at him as I rolled over, turning my back on him. I heard him sigh loudly and then I felt his arms reach around my body and he picked me up.

"Come on now Jess, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," he whispered in my ear.

"Aren't you supposed to say that before you pick me up," I replied giving him a fuck off look.

"Oh yeah. I am huh?" He chuckled lightly as he put me back on the ground. "Come on though, we gotta get started. Emma has you some clothes in the bathroom."

I internally sighed as I made my way to the bathroom. My entire body still ached, but not nearly as bad as yesterday. I opened the door and seen a black sports bra and some black basketball shorts folded on the counter. I went and did my morning business before I decided to take a really quick, really cold shower to wake my ass up. And man did it work, once that ice cold water hit my back, every cell in my body was wide awake. After my five minute shower I hoped out and swiftly towel dried my self before getting dressed. I exited the bathroom to see Zeke standing in the hallway, patiently waiting for me.

We made our way out to the garage and my body is still slightly repulsed by it, but I shook that off.

"Alright Jess, first off, we're gonna race around the track eight times," Zeke said as we made our way over to it.

"Do we have to?" I whined.

"Yes Jess, you have to." He rolled his eyes at me. "At least I'm joining you for the run."

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement.

We both started running at a slow, steady pace for the first two laps around, but by the time the third lap came around, Zeke really picked up the pace, leaving me behind. And I was not having it, I have to be ahead of him. He is not winning this race, I mentally scolded myself to pick up the pace until I was ahead of him. I didn't slow down until about the sixth lap, when I was over half the track ahead of him and he was at a steady jog again. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest, and my legs were pretty sore, but I kept on. By the time I finished my eighth lap, Zeke was an entire lap behind me, so I made my way to the mini fridge Emma had set up by the door and opened it and grabbed a bottle of water for myself and Zeke. I sat down on the floor Indian style and put his water bottle in my lap as I chugged mine down. Once Zeke was finished with his laps he walked over to me and I offered him his water, which he happily accepted. Once our five minute break was over, Zeke wanted me to start weight lifting while he spotted for me. This continued on until I was lifting a hundred pounds for about tn straight minutes. After that, my arms started to get fairly shaky and Zeke said that I could stop. Once that bar was out of my hands, I dropped my arms down to my side.

"Take five minutes alright?" Zeke said as he walked over to the fridge to grab me another bottle of water.

When he returned he tossed the bottle to me and I reached up and caught it, even though my arms screamed at me for moving them. I sat up and chugged the bottle and Zeke took it from me to go throw it away. I laid back against the bench and just stared off into nothing, kind of wondering what Adrian and Vixy were up to. Soon enough, too soon for my personal liking, Zeke said break time was up.

"K, next up, we're gonna fight," Zeke said with a smirk.

"Alright," I replied as I got myself up.

We made our way over to the padded floor and we stood opposite of each other.

"Ladies first," Zeke said.

I charged at him and faked left, but went for a right punch to his cheek. I landed it and then launched a kick to his side. This stunted him for a second but he snapped back and he tackled me down to the ground. We rolled around for a few minutes, fighting to be on top. He managed to pin me down to where I couldn't move very much. He pressed himself against me as much as he could when I would try to wiggle my way out from under him.

"Do you give up yet miamore?" Zeke asked with a huge smirk.

"Hell no," I replied.

He just chuckled and I took my opportunity to head butt him, then knock him off of me. My forehead definitely stung were I made contact but at least he's off of me. I hoped back up and so did he. We just stared each other down for a good minute or so before he charged at me. As he swung, I reached up to grab his fist but he switched things up on me and he flipped me down to the ground and he pinned me yet again. He pressed his body against mine and brought his face close to mine, to where I could feel his hot breath on my neck, which sent shivers down my spine.

"Give up yet?" He whispered in my ear.

It took me a moment to respond with a hell no, and when I did he laughed at me.

"Gotta say, that determination is kinda hot," he smirked.

I tried to throw him off me like I did last time, but he didn't fall for it, and he pinned my hands above my head.

"Hmm, now this looks familiar," he stated right before he kissed my neck.

I flailed underneath him long enough for him to loose his balance and I tossed him off of me. I jumped up and kicked my leg out at him and I got him right in his chest and sent him flying. He got up and shook himself off and he came running at me. I tried to do a leg sweep on him but he jumped over my legs and grabbed the straps of my sports bra and pushed me back, making me fall on my ass. He then tried to kick me but I threw myself back onto the floor to dodge it. My body was screaming at me, but my adrenaline was pumping. There was no way in hell I'm gonna make this easy for Zeke. We continued going back and forth for damn near an hour before i practically collapsed on the floor. My chest was rising and falling drastically, and I was practically heaving to catch my breath.

"You alright there Jess?" Zeke questioned.

I couldn't even respond to him because I still hadn't caught my breath. He ran over to get me a water as I continued my uneven breathing. He came back to me and helped me sit up and he handed me the bottle. Once my breathing regulated I chugged the water down. It tastes like heaven in a plastic bottle and I loved it. After a few more minutes of me just sitting on my ass and Zeke staring at me, I asked him to help me up.

"Well Jess, you did better with me today than you did yesterday with Emma," he praised.

"Good, I need to get back into shape. I shouldn't be so damn worn out from just a few hours of practice."

"We actually have only been in here for about an hour and a half," Zeke corrected.

"Oh shut up," I said as I lightly slapped his arm.

"Come on, I'm sure you're ready for a nice shower," Zeke said. "Maybe I could join you?"

He raised his eyebrows at me and my face most likely turned a little redder than it already was.

"Nah, I'm, I'm good," I stuttered.

"You sure," Zeke questioned wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I'm very sure Ezekiel," I stated rather bluntly.

Zeke pulled his arm back and held it close to his chest.

"Ouch Jess, that one stung," he pouted.

"Good, it was supposed to," I stuck my tongue out at him.

Shortly after that, we parted ways, him to go fetch me more clothes and me to that gorgeous shower. I stripped myself and jumped eagerly into the shower and I turned on the cold water full blast. It felt absolutely amazing, it eased all my aching muscles, if not just for a minute but still. Then I turned on the hot, and it felt even better. After I was just standing under the water for about ten minutes, Zeke knocked saying he had my clothes. I allowed him entry, hoping he would just put my clothes on the sink and leave. I was wrong. He stood there and watched me for a minute or two.

"Stop it Zeke," I scolded as I lathered my hair up with shampoo.

"What, I'm just admiring your beauty my love," he replied.

"Get out of here," I begged.

"Alright fine, I'll go, for now," he stated as he exited.

I sank against the wall of the shower. What am I gonna do about Zeke? What about Adrian? I shook my head as my mind raced over everything.