Undaunted ~Captain America~

Chapter 2

Beads of sweat trickled from Krissy’s forehead down to her cheek as she continued to hit the punching bag in front of her. She furrowed her eyebrows as her hazel-green eyes concentrated on each punch. Her knuckles were beginning to ache because of their bareness, but she didn’t care, she was angry and needed a distraction or some sort to get her rage out. And coming to the gym at 8 pm on a Saturday night seems like a better idea than sitting alone in her apartment breaking plates.

“Since when did gymnastic requires beating the crap out of a punching bag?” a male voice spoke, causing her to tear her gaze to the gym entrance behind her.

A boy with dark brown hair and pale skin entered, eyeing Krissy as he made his way to the wrestling mats in the center of the large room.

“Since I lost to a cheating team.” She replied bluntly and hit hard on the punching bag again.

The boy chuckled and placed his bag-pack on a bench at the side. “What happened?”

“They thought that pouring grease on the bars would make them get a higher score.” Krissy said, her tone was fierce and her whole body tensed up at the memory.

“Well, they did win.” The boy stated which made him receive a glare from her. He let out another chuckle at her expression; he found her anger to be quite amusing.

She then returned her attention to the punching bag. “What are you doing here, Aaron?”

“Came here to do some training before the big fight.” Aaron smirked. “I’ve got bets on the line if I don’t win.”

Krissy huffed at his words. She’d always found betting to be wrong and are for complete idiots. But since she and Aaron have been friends since middle school, she’d make an exception for him.

“You wanna help?” the boy asked, stepping onto the mat and getting into fighting stance.

She gave one last hard punch at the bag before turning to face him. “Sorry, but fighting you would be a stupid idea.”

“And why is that? You’re scared of getting hit in the face?” Aaron asked, a sly smirk on his face. “Cause I’ll go easy on you if you are.”

Krissy walked over to a nearby bench and picked up her dufflebag. “No, it’s just a ridiculous idea to fight you. And helping you win your bets just isn’t one of my intentions.” She then turned her back to him and began walking away.

“Hey!” Aaron suddenly called out.

She stopped in her tracks and turned her head around slightly, just enough to see him from the corner of her eye. She raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asked, his gaze fixed on her.

The corners of Krissy’s lips tug up vaguely, and she replies, “Well, are you betting tomorrow night?”

Aaron smiled back. “That depends if you’re free.”

“Maybe.” And with that, she left without another word.

***

Krissy turned on the tap to the shower and stood perfectly still as she allow the warm water to run down her body. She let out a sigh of contentment as the water hit her face, washing away all the impurities and her rage. She’d always feel calmer after a shower, it’s always been the perfect place for her to think.

When she was done, she switched off the tap and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. She then reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a black tank top and a pair of grey yoga pants. She decided to put them on in the shower, even though there wasn’t anyone there except for her, but she still couldn’t shake off the thought that her privacy might somehow be invaded.