strong chapter 3
Punch. Round-house kick. Knee to the crotch. Double punch.
These were how my days went. An hour a day, I went down the gym or to my self-defense and Tai-kwon-do classes. I wanted to go longer, but nightmares still haunted me as I slept, so I still woke up screaming every night. My parents just learned to try and sleep through it. There was nothing they could do. It was especially hard for my mother, Esme. She had a naturaly mothering aura, and she had to resist the urge to come to my bedside every night. This was something I had to fight on my own.
When I first started going to the gym, the huge, buff guys there gave me strange looks. Well, most of them were checking me out, they also looked confused that someone of my status went to the gym.
Take a wild guess at one of the buff guys names.
I so should have seen that coming.
Emmett Mcarty.
I didn't notice him at first though, which seems quite stupid of me now. I was on one of the workout machines, and it was around my fifth time going to that gym.
"Turning into a gym rat, baby?" Said a voice from in front of me. Low and behold, there was one of the huge guys who made eyes at me on my first time here. This gym was right on the edge of our town, so sometimes guys from the neighboring town used this gym, which is why he didn't know me. Guys from my own town usually avoided me now, because I'm now the whole place's pity-central.
"Whats it to you?" I asked icily. The buff guy looked me up and down. I didn't look my best, I had my golden curls up in a ponytail, and I was wearing a tank top and dark blue yoga capri's. But, I was still the prettiest girl for a few miles around, and he was definetly trying to flirt with me when he said,
"Hey, none at all, baby, just wondering why someone so good-looking is pumping iron." He took a step closer to me and winked, and I reacted instinctively. I had an intimidating look in my eye and said, "Step. Back. Now."
He took another step. "Hey, meant no harm, good-lookin', just wanna say-"
It was at that point that a hand appeared on his shoulder, thrusting him back. Emmett Mcarty stood there, and he looked the other boy in the eyes and said, "Step away from her. Now."
The boy was big, but Emmett was bigger, so he just grudgingly put his hands up in surrender as he said, "Sorry. Didn't know you had a boyfriend." And he walked away.
I didn't bother mentioning that Emmett and I had met maybe three or four times. This included.
I looked at Emmett. "Thanks." I said softly. I didn't say anything softly, but I would try to sound nicer than usual. I think Emmet was growing on me.
"Not a problem. Tell me if anyone bothers you."
I didn't answer, but I didn't have to. After he said it, gave me a genuine smile, not his usual grin or smirk, and walked away, leaving me a bit confused.
A/N Yah, short chapter, but nobody reads this thing anyways. :P