Shawn Mendes Imagines

47. Boxe Pt.2

Not edited ! I'll do that later. Enjoy !

Y/N's perspective

"A bit harder, Y/N." Her coach instructs her and all she can do is obey immediately. "Yes, that's it ! Perfect !"

Her gloves hit her coach's protections and the compliment following her action comforts her. That's much better than the last time. But for some reason, she doesn't feel 100% right. Something is bothering her but she can't quite put her finger on it.

"Y/N ?" Her coaches asks softly.

Her eyes leave the ground and find the middle aged man's face. When her pupils find his, he smiles weakly.

"I thought I lost you again." He chuckles. "Let's continue."

More punches hit the black protections covering her coach's hands. The stress she has been feeling since the beginning of the week leaves her body slowly. But once again, she feels weird.

"Ok, Y/N. That was good. Let me check the time." Her trainer says as he turns his wrist to look at his watch. "9.45 PM. I think we're good for today. Nice training."

He removes the gloves, tape and whatever was wrapped around his palms. Y/N does the same as her coach is already leaving her in the giant area with a simple "See you on Monday."

Craving some water, Y/N seeks her bag she left in a corner. When her eye lands on her bag, she notices two feet right next to it. Her gaze follows the two long legs and finally glimpses the sight of a familiar face.

That's him. He was what provoked that strange sensation during the session.

She didn't believe he would actually come today... She just thought he was joking and trying to flirt with her. Apparently, this guy was serious. She kind of doesn't complain. She finds him really attractive even though his attitude is awful. What's his name again ? She just remembers quite well what he said to her the last time.

"When was the last time you've been fucked ?" or "We can fix that easily if you want."

A prick. An asshole. A fuckboy. Whatever you want to call him.

However, her stomach can't help but tickles when she catches his gaze. The same mesmerizing brown eyes as the other day. She thinks that's exactly why she finds him that handsome. Everything is in his eyes. And maybe this messy mop of curls and his strong frame help a bit too.

"Well... Look who's there. That's the pretty little boxer. You could knock someone out with that strenght." The tall guy states nonchalantly.

"Why don't I start with you ? Just to confirm your theory." She responds with a smirk which hides the nervousness and anxiety she develops around him.

"Oh, honey..." He scoffs. "Look at you, I could pin you against that wall in a fraction of second."

Her brows raise and an uncomfortable chuckle leaves her mouth. He definitely hasn't changed since the last time.

"What's wrong, baby girl ? Did I say something bad ?" He chuckles back.

If he were a regular prick, she would've punched him and barked at him at least a hundred times. Unfortunately, he isn't a regular prick. He has that strange strong presence that makes her weak. She can't seem to find a way to make him shut his mouth. He is so... intimidating.