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Poppy

It was easy, being with him. I felt like I could act myself and for the first moment in a long time, I didn't feel uncomfortable.

stop this.

It was more difficult than simply saying the words in my head though.

Tristan

She walked a few paces ahead of me, her long wavy hair swaying to and fro as she balanced on stiletto heels. She was clearly deep in thought, and not wanting to distract her, I stayed silent, contemplating how she managed to make such a simple dress seem so stunning.

She turned her head and looked right at me. 'So.'

'what?' I questioned, as she drew to a halt beside me.

'Where are we actually going?'

I chuckled and starting to walk a little bit faster. 'If you stay with me, you'll see.'

By this point we had wandered for around 10 minutes through dimly lit London shopping avenues, and I could tell her attention was wavering by the time we reached our fifteenth set of traffic lights.

'So you live in London then?' She asked me, as we ran to get across on the green man. A rusty jeep, vibrating with the bass of club music hooted us and screeched off into the distance as soon as we had reached the other side of the street.

'No. Just visiting with my family.'

She frowned, her delicate eyebrows creasing together in thought. 'This your first time visiting England?'

I nodded and smiled as I saw concern dawning upon her.

She held a hand in front of my chest to block my movement, and then moved to stand directly in front of me.

'So how the hell do you know where you're going?'

I struggled to contain my laughter, it was amazing how she failed again and again to understand the workings of a Benedict.

I winked at her and strolled around her attempt to block my path, dragging her with me. 'I'm sure I'll work it out.'

Poppy

So there I was, walking through random streets of London with a stranger in the middle of the night. So why did I trust him? I was trying with all my might to just turn on my heel and storm away, but I couldn't drag my eyes off him.

About three minutes later, I found myself face planted on the floor, as my favourite shoes gave way and I crumpled in a heap. I was just about to start walking again with bare feet, when I found myself gathered in the strangers arms. Warmth encircled me, and I melted into the bonfire smell emanating from his t-shirt.

NO.

I attempted to pull away from the overwhelming sensation of need for this unknown boy but his strong arms held me to him, and he laughed at my feeble attempts to free myself. He started walking again, turning a corner and I struggled one final time before relaxing into his iron grip.

'I know how to walk, I'm not incapable.' I snapped at him, attempting to break the chemistry developing between us.

He ignored me, and picked up the pace, looking down at my upturned face resting on his chest with mocking in his eyes. 'I'm pretty sure that you need feet for dancing,' He drawled. 'and I'm pretty sure that with all this glass around, if I let you walk barefoot, you would never be able to dance again.'

Well that had to be a overexageration, I thought to myself, but peeking down at the floor I realised the truth in what he was protecting me from. Large Shards of green and brown bottle glass lay littered over the street he was carrying me along, and tiny pieces of clear crystals of the stuff coated every surface.

He strolled into a circular courtyard, pacing towards a small wooden door surrounded by wall flowers, and pushed with his back to creak it open. He set me down on a plush white carpet, and I dashed through the set of clear doors in front of me to inspect where he had taken me. Lights blinked on through the area, and I was able to see ... nothing. The hallway in front of me narrowed off to the right and I followed the curve eagerly.

I had never been good with surprises.

Just before I was about to pass through a small square doorway, I stopped and made myself think. What was I forgetting ...

The stranger.

Just as I thought that, he dashed into view, grinning from ear to ear. 'Just in case you were wondering, you're going completely the wrong way.' he told me.

I rolled my eyes and let him lead me back into the entrance hall and through to the left this time, entering a large square hall, brightly lit and around the size of a small football pitch. The floor was sprung, like those in the gymnastics centres I had visited as a child, and the walls rose high, to around 10 feet. The room was huge, but there was not a square metre left clear of a purpose and looking around the strange place, it dawned on me what this was.

It was a gym.

He had taken me all this way. To a gym.

I readied myself to slap him in his handsome face, when I took a good look around at the room, searching for a reason as to why he had carried me here, of all places.

There it was. Right on the far side of the room was a square oak finished section of floor, with mirrors surrounding the space and two parallel bars running along the wall. It by far outdid my converted garage dance studio, and I gasped in wonder as I noticed a fully installed surround sound system, throughout the whole gym.

'Why did you bring me here?' I asked foolishly, I knew the answer really.

'Unless I'm mistaken, I met you in a shabby converted warehouse, where you were practising dance on splintered floors with damp walls and a partly burnt ceiling. I wanted to show you the dance section in the gym belonging to the complex my family and I are staying in, and I knew you would never have come if I had just asked you.' He wandered over to a different section of the hall, a fighting ring.

Red ropes encircled a risen square sponge platform, and a billboard hung overhead indicating points belonging to different corners.

'Do you box?' I asked him.

He turned towards me, smirking. 'Yes, actually I do. This is a wrestling ring though.'

'Well if you think you know so much about it, how about a challenge.' I walked over to the ring and ducked under the ropes, into the square. 'Me.'

He clambered over the twine, and stood chest to chest with me in the centre of the space. 'You're on.'

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