A/N: SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT.
Amy peered out of the car window toward the white painted alleyway.
Reagan had texted her earlier telling her to meet her here. At the gym. The gym is not a place Amy would go willingly. As far as she was concerned it was a cesspool full of sweaty men and back hair.
But still Amy showed up - more out of curiosity than anything - well that's what she was telling herself anyway. After giving herself her gym bag a once over Amy got out of the car and made her way toward to the alleyway.
It was just like any other alleyway. Bricks. Nothing that would indicate that there was a building tucked away inside of it. Not until she reached the middle did Amy notice that there was a black door with a sign above that said 'W.O.' When Reagan had described this place as a 'hole in the wall' Amy didn't actually think she was being literal. 'Well here goes nothing' Amy mumbled to herself before pushing open the door.
The first thing Amy noticed when she walked into the reception area was how clean it smelt - which was a giant relief. The reception area was white with baby pink accents, funky chairs and a pile of fresh magazines sitting on a sleek white coffee table. Gyms weren't anything like Amy thought at all - although admittedly she was basing her experience off of the gym in her school. The gym that had sweaty back boys wrestling each other and throwing their limbs about the place, the gym where the floor was sticky and the 'equipment' sparse. Although to be fair if she saw Reagan working out in her school gym Amy was pretty sure it would be a different story - gym would probably jump to the top of her favourite classes - no it would definitely jump to the top of her favourite classes.
"Hello, how may I help you today?" called a voice from behind the desk interrupting Amy's thoughts.
Amy span around to face the desk a look of bewilderment on her face.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." The woman stood up and gestured for Amy to walk over to the desk. "Are you new here?"
"Erm yes. I am." Amy confirmed.
Jessie extended her hand toward Amy. "Well I'm Jessie. Hi. Welcome."
"Amy." Amy nodded shaking Jessie's hand diligently.
"Okay so…." Jessie spoke while settling down in her seat and clicking the mouse on her computer. "Amy, who invited you here?"
"Invited me?"
"Yes, who told you about this place?" Jessie elaborated.
"Oh. My girl….um…my friend Reagan." Amy stammered.
"Ah yes, Reagan. She is really popular, all the women here want to be trained by her. I have told her many times that she should take a job here." Jessie commented whilst typing something into her computer.
"Oh really? Are you guys friends?" Amy asked her voice a few octaves higher than usual.
"Sure. More work friends than anything though. Outside of work our schedules don't mesh so we've never hung out outside of work."
"Hmm." Amy nodded stiffly pressing her lips into a thin line.
Jessie pushed herself out of her chair and walked over to the printer in the corner of the room.
"Alright. Here is a temporary pass. This place is invite only so make sure you don't lose it otherwise you will be asked to leave. If you like it here we will set you up with a membership and permanent ID."
"Okay thank you. Oh. By the way. What does W.O mean?" Amy asked eyeing her pass.
"Women Only" Jessie replied.
"And what's with the invite only thing?"
"It keeps things exclusive. It's a small place, we like to keep the numbers down. My older sister runs the place and she likes to keep things intimate. Always has. Anyway enjoy your time here. Say hi to Reagan for me." Jessie smiled taking her seat behind the desk.
"I will. Thank you. Umm how do I-"
"Through those doors there on the left." Jessie pointed without even glancing at Amy.
"Uh thanks."
It took Amy a bit of wandering to find the main gym. She had accidentally walked into a pool area, a mixed martial arts class and a room full of women chakra chanting. But eventually she found her way. Gingerly Amy pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The room was alive with the sound of trainers scuffing on the gym floor, the thud of punching bags and the rattling of weights. Amy scanned the room quickly trying to figure out what equipment Reagan may be on before she noticed a flash of pink near the corner of the room.
Reagan was near the top of a punching bag, her legs wrapped tightly around it while she did sit ups, pink streaked hair rising and falling each time she lowered and raised her body. Amy's gym bag hung loosely from her fingers as she watched Reagan from across the room. The way the muscles in Reagan legs flexed as they held onto the bag, the ripples in her stomach each time she raised herself upward, the way Reagan stuck her tongue out in concentration as she completed her task.
After what seemed like an eternity Reagan abandoned her workout letting her body hang upside down on the punching bag - it was then that she noticed Amy. Reagan placed her hands on the ground and flipped her legs over her head gracefully before straightening and giving an encouraging smile and wave.
Amy made her way over to Reagan, weaving in and out of gym equipment and enthusiastic women working out. She made sure to keep her eyes trained on the ground the entire time, making sure that she never once looked at Reagan. Suddenly Amy was startled by a tap on her back, she span around her eyes suddenly darting upwards.
"Hi!" Reagan grinned.
"How did you-"
Reagan placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head. "You know. You would have noticed if you actually looked where you were going instead of looking at the ground," she teased.
Amy's eyes immediately fell to the floor again.
"Hey…are you okay?" Reagan asked concern marring her voice.
"Yeah, everything is fine." Amy said a little too quickly for Reagan's liking.
"Are you sure?" Reagan pressed the back of her hand to Amy's forehead, "Are you sick? Do you want me to drop you home?" she asked face crumpled in concern.
"Reagan, I'm fine honestly."
"Okay..good." Reagan nodded eventually. "Let me show you the locker room."
After a few twists and turns they ended up in a room filled with rows and rows of coloured lockers. Baby blue, Baby pink, Pale yellow, Mint.
"What's with all the colours?" Amy asked while wandering behind Reagan. Amy would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the view. The black spandex work out shorts and sports bra were very becoming on Reagan. The way the bra was taut across her back, the way the shorts clung to her hips and stretched out across her thighs and the way her ass looked…
"They make it easier to remember your locker." Reagan explained stopping abruptly and turning to face Amy.
Reagan had no time to react as Amy crashed into her, slamming her against the lockers, her hands braced on both sides of Reagan - pinning her in place. The only word that could be used to describe Amy's face right then was mortified. She had spent so much time leering at Reagan that she hadn't realised that Reagan had stopped walking. And it wasn't until Amy felt Reagan's stomach pressed against hers did she realise that she had trapped Reagan.
When Amy found the courage to look down she saw Reagan's eyes gazing at her. Neither one of them were making a motion to move. Amy's heart was going a mile a minute and she was sure that Reagan could feel it reverberating throughout her body - which was confirmed by Reagan's lifted eyebrows.
"If you had a dick you would have a pretty huge boner right now." Reagan remarked.
"Probably." Amy laughed, pouting when Reagan used that moment to playfully push her away.
"Probably? I think you mean definitely." Reagan corrected taking one of two rubber bracelets off her wrist revealing a key. "This is for you. Our lockers are right here." Reagan continued, turning around and pointing to the lockers right in front of them. "Now let me show you the changing rooms."
"Here we go." Reagan proclaimed after a short walk - a walk in which Amy kept her eyes up the entire time as to avoid another accident. "You can change in the open, or you can use a cubicle. It's up to you. I'll wait for you outside."
"What. You're not going to wait for me?" Amy frowned.
"Oh. Do you want me to wait?"
"That would be nice." Amy smiled making her way over to an unoccupied cubicle.
"Alright then. I'll be here." Reagan nodded taking a seat on a bench.
There were a few moments of silence before Reagan heard Amy's rucksack unzip.
"So what are doing today anyway?" she called over to Reagan.
"Step 2. Mentor." Reagan answered while adjusting her shoelaces.
"So you're going to mentor me?" Amy asked smile evident in her voice.
"Yeah. Well I'm going to try anyway. There are only a few things I know. Gyms, Music and Maths."
"Maths?" Amy smiled cracking the cubicle door and peeking out of it. "Really?"
"Does that surprise you?" Reagan laughed crossing her legs.
Amy disappeared back behind the door. "A little bit. Are you going to mentor me in all three or just one?"
"I don't know. How do you wanna swing it? I can do all three if you want. Or we can just do this one. It's up to you."
"I want them all." Amy decided. Anything that was going to allow her to spend more time with Reagan was what Amy wanted.
"Deal." Reagan agreed, her attention turning to the creaking of Amy's cubicle door.
Amy emerged wearing black and grey work out leggings paired with a tight black tank top. And if Reagan looked in her direction a few seconds too long Amy wasn't going to mention it.
"Okay let's go and find an empty room." Reagan said walking quickly toward the lockers waiting for Amy to catch up.
"So what are we doing?" Amy asked shoving her rucksack into the locker and locking the door.
"Sparring." Reagan replied pulling a roll of tape from her locker.
"So someone comes up behind you and grabs you." Reagan stated, carefully taping Amy's hands. "What do you do?"
"Scream?" Amy offered.
"Yes, do that. But what else do you do?" Reagan asked finishing Amy's hands and starting on her own.
"Umm I'm not sure." Amy confessed.
"Think."
"I ammm."
"Are you?"
Amy watched intrigued as Reagan bound the remainder of her hand before throwing the roll of tape across the room.
"Okay, come here." Reagan said pulling Amy toward her and wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Think."
The truth was Amy was thinking. Thinking about how great it felt to have Reagan holding her, how weak her knees felt and how her heart had started racing again. Something Reagan definitely should have picked up on by now.
"Think." Reagan repeated.
"I'm tryingggggg." Amy whined, struggling against Reagan grip.
Reagan released Amy and circled around to face her.
"After everything I have taught you today, the easiest move is the one you can't get? Okay, lets try this again." Reagan said turning her back to Amy. "Grab me." Amy wrapped her arms around Reagan and squeezed as tight as she could. "So what you want to do is push up, push down and break the hold." Reagan said performing the three moves in one fluid movement.
"How do you make it look so easy." Amy complained crossing her arms.
"Well. I think about something that gets me mad and then I transfer that energy. You could try that?" Reagan suggested.
"I don't have much that I'm mad about honestly." Amy mused.
Reagan raised an eyebrow unconvinced. "I don't believe you."
"You don't?"
"No."
And with that Reagan wrapped her arms around Amy linking her fingers around her front.
"Reagan I can't." Amy puffed.
"Get mad."
"Reagan."
"Get mad otherwise we are going to be here all day." Reagan goaded, making sure to squeeze tighter.
"Reagan."
"Reagan."
"Reagan come on."
"Rea-"
"Get off!" Amy shouted breaking herself from Reagan's grip.
Amy's face was pink from anger and exertion, her hair falling loose from the meticulous pony tail she had tied it in earlier, her chest heaving with each breath she took, her cheeks puffing with the effort it was taking to breath.
"Good." Reagan nodded, circling Amy. "Very good."
But Reagan wanted to see more, to see if Amy had learnt anything, what it was she so mad about right now, to see if she was capable of flooring her. And so she decided to push Amy again. Poking her in the shoulder forcefully and then doing it again when Amy didn't respond.
"Reagan. Stop. I swear to -"
"Why? Are you mad?" Reagan teased poking Amy again.
"Reagan."
"What are you mad about?" Reagan said, still circling Amy. "Tell me it."
"I…"
"Tell...me" Reagan repeated punctuating her words with two pokes.
Amy gritted her teeth and flared her nostrils. "I'm mad at Shane and Karma and Liam and my mom and….you."
"Why?" Reagan asked still continuing her provoking of Amy.
"Because…"
"Because?"
"Because Shane is an annoying, outer." Amy spat through gritted teeth shoving Reagan hard with both her hands.
Reagan stumbled backward, unprepared for Amy to fight back so soon. She hid a smirk as she stepped forward and pushed Amy with her fist.
"Go on."
"He started this whole thing." Amy seethed stepping toward Reagan making a grab for Reagan who swiftly avoided her attack. "If it wasn't for him, I would never have known I liked girls. Maybe life would be easier, maybe me and Karma wouldn't be in such a bad place right now."
Reagan nodded in acknowledgment, still carefully making sure to avoid Amy's furious blows. This is what Reagan had been hoping for. The gym was always a safe place for her to let go of her anger and Reagan could see that Amy needed this release too.
"And Karma. Don't get me started." Amy threw a punch at Reagan and missed completely. "I'm 100% sure all my heartache could have been avoided if she had been honest with me from the beginning. If she had just told me that she didn't feel the same way about me." Amy huffed as Reagan blocked one of her strikes and countered. "If she didn't string me along and use me as some stepping stool to get to Liam it wouldn't be so bad. Sure it would have hurt, but no where near the amount it did when she rejected me."
"Tell me about that." Reagan probed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"There's nothing to tell. I told her I loved her and she rejected me. End of." Amy shrugged, evidently annoyed that Reagan wanted further details.
"So why are you mad at your mom?" Reagan asked circling Amy with her fists up.
"Because-"
Reagan stepped forward to adjust Amy's fists into the correct position and then stepped back, urging her to continue.
"Because she can't stand the fact that I'm gay. She hates it. She pretends that she is okay with it, but isn't." Amy flinched as Reagan struck her shoulder. "I hate that she can't accept it. I hate - I hate that I can't be the daughter she wants." Amy gritted taking another hit to the shoulder.
"And why are you mad at me?" Reagan smiled, her feet moving non stop in a repetitive rhythm.
"You know why." Amy said dropping her head.
"Up." Reagan commanded while tapping Amy's cheek. "Tell me. Why are you mad at me?"
"You know why." Amy repeated sternly, now thoroughly annoyed at Reagan bobbing up and down around her.
"Hmm. Do I? I can't remember." Reagan tapped her head in feigned confusion. "Remind me."
"You broke up with me!" Amy shouted striding toward Reagan.
"I did." Reagan admitted stepping backward each time Amy stepped forward.
"You lure me in with your dumb smile and your dumb laugh and your dumb kisses." Amy stated lengthening her strides toward Reagan. "You made me fall in love with you and then you dumped me!"
"Because you're not ready." Reagan swallowed side stepping Amy.
"It's been almost four months since we broke up. Do you know how hard it is to not touch you the way I want to, or to kiss you whenever I want to or just phone you to ask about your day." Amy demanded.
"You can phone me." Reagan said lamely, knowing it's not exactly what Amy meant.
"No. I can't because it hurts too much Reagan. It hurts knowing you don't want to be with me!"
Amy was flushed, both with anger and embarrassment. Reagan hesitated a few moments before she stopped moving completely. Amy was pretty much towering over her now, fists clenching and unclenching periodically.
"You think I don't want to be with you?" Reagan laughed in disbelief. "You think I like not being with you? I'm doing what's best for the both of us right now and I think deep down you know that."
Reagan held Amy's stare daring her to disagree. Amy looked away and Reagan was about to sigh in relief when she felt Amy's hands grabbing her around her back and pulling her tight toward her.
"Amy what are yo-"
"What do you do when someone grabs you?" Amy asked amusement playing in her voice.
"Amy let go."
"No." Amy answered defiantly looking down at Reagan. Reagan's eyes were flicking between annoyance and vulnerability and Amy couldn't get enough of it.
"You cheated." Reagan claimed trying to twist out of Amy 's grip.
"I'm an opportunist." Amy cooed.
"No, you're a cheater."
Amy shrugged, enjoying how she had managed to one up Reagan.
What Amy didn't count on was Reagan getting on her tip toes and slowly leaning toward her. If Amy didn't know better she would think that Reagan was going to kiss her…. But clearly Amy didn't know better because within seconds Reagan's lips were on hers and Amy's grip relaxed momentarily - enough for Reagan to swiftly release herself from the hold and throw Amy expertly to the ground.
"Congrats. You win." Amy laughed. Although in Amy's mind she was the clear winner. Reagan was straddling her right now. That counted as a win in her mind.
"What can I say. I'm an opportunist." Reagan grinned standing up and pulling Amy to her feet.
"Your eyebrow looks good." Amy noted tucking Reagan's hair behind her ear to get a better look.
"Oh. Yeah. The surgeon did a pretty good job. Barely a scar. See?" Reagan said tilting her chin up toward the light so Amy could get a better view.
Amy squeezed Reagan's cheeks in one hand and turned her head slightly in several different directions to confirm Reagan's theory.
"You're right," Amy hummed. "There is just the tiniest line in your eyebrow, which is a miracle considering the state it was in."
"I did look bad ass though." Reagan reminded.
"You did." Amy smiled fondly releasing Reagan from her grip.
"Okay, so I think we are done here." Reagan decided, crossing the room to pick up her roll of tape.
"So when can you come around me help me with some maths stuff?" Amy asked, watching as Reagan started to unravel the tape from her hands.
"Mmm. I'm not sure. I'll text you and let you know. Or should I say phone you." Reagan corrected.
"I was jus saying we hardly talk on the phone these days." Amy pouted.
"I know." Reagan said taking one of Amy's hand in hers and starting to remove her tape.
A few moments of silence passed before Amy felt the need to break it.
"Do you want to hear a maths related joke?"
"Yeah, go on then."
"Are you a 30 degree angle? Because you are acute-y."
Reagan giggled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Oh my god Amy."
"Plenty more where that came from." Amy beamed flexing her knuckles as the last of the tape was removed.
"Yeah well I hope they are better. Much better." Reagan teased walking toward the locker room
"Come on! You liked that joke." Amy shouted while running to catch up to Reagan. "Admit it!"