Shawn Mendes Imagines

33. Boxe

My wifi connection fucks me up every time...

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"Come on, Y/N, come on ! Are you fucking tired or are you just another piece of shit I'm trying to train correctly ?!" Her coach screams again at her.

He doesn't want to be mean to her, he just wants her to give the best out of herself. He knows she needs those harsh words to be stimulated enough. She has just been lost lately.

She screams in response and hits the punch bag harder, her fists securely protected with tape and boxe gloves. For what seems like long minutes, but which are just a good thirty seconds in reality, she strikes this goddamn bag again and again, her breathing totally uneven now. The whole frustration of the past few days can finally leave her tense body. She's almost out of breath when her coach screams again, telling her to stop.

"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N ? How many years have you been boxing, remind me ?"

He surely knows the answer, he's her trainer since day one, but he wants to hear it from her mouth, wants to know why she isn't as good as usual.

"Three years, coach !" She responds, her teeth gritted. She just wants to scream, to shout in the whole building. Maybe she needs to cry too, who knows ? Her feelings are just messed up, and she doesn't know what to do in this very moment to relieve this strange anger controlling her body.

"Doesn't seem like it ! Why is your position that bad ?!" His screams fill the whole gym again. "Your fucking elbows along your ribs, and your fists at the same level as your jaw ! Your legs, spread ! Are you just fucking kidding me ?! God, Y/N !" Now, he is angry. He doesn't understand her, doesn't know why she's out to lunch.

"Sorry, coach." Y/N tries to get some air in her lungs but struggles a bit.

"It isn't like you. I say those things to beginners. You're out of control today." He calms down and removes his own gloves.

The girl sighs and wipes the sweat away from her forehead before retightening her ponytail. She clearly has a disppointed look on her face, she knows she's put her technique aside during the whole training, only to let her anger and frustration slip out of her body instead. She knew she would upset her coach, but she did it anyway. She needed it.

"Ok, that's it for tonight. See you on Thursday, and watch your behavior next time." He grumbles and grabs his sports bag, leaving the building.

After he left, Y/N removes her protections too and takes a little sip of water. She's confused with herself. How did she lose control like that ? She feels a single tear rolling down her cheek but doesn't even bother to remove it.

Fortunately for her, at this time of the night, there aren't that many people at the gym. Only a few people busy with their workout, and music in their ears. Nevertheless, a guy seems to be intrigued by the previous events. He stares at her sweaty body as he's cleaning the machine he was using only a few minutes ago.

"Rough day ?" His voice makes the girl jump and turn around to catch his honey eyes. She studies him for a moment and can't help but find him quite attractive.

Tall, dark curly hair, mesmerizing eyes, trained body, and on top of that, a cute little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Pretty much." She answers the handsome unknown. "I don't know what came over me." She shrugs and puts her black hoodie on, over her sports bra.

The brown haired guy stands up from his position and takes his water bottle. He smiles at her, drinks, and then  runs a hand through his thick hair. Y/N catches herself looking intently at him and blushes a little as she notices by the slight smirk he's wearing proudly that he saw her staring.