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Pretty long chapter so grab some popcorn ;)

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Zoe's P.O.V

My eyes went wide and I just stared at him in horror for a couple seconds before he busted out laughing. And when I say laughing, I mean almost crying, about to fall over, holding his stomach, gut splitting hysteria.

"Yo-your f-face" he gasped out. I just crossed my arms and stared at him un-amused. Even though he looked pretty hot- um I mean happy. Yeah happy. He finally sobered up and stood completely straight.

"Did you really think I was going to kill you?" he asked with a little chuckle.

"Maybe." I muttered and followed after him when he started walking to the warehouse.

"Well I promise I'm not going to kill you... Yet" he said as I caught up to him. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Great..." I drew out which made him chuckle again. He got up to the metal door, reached into his pocket, pulled out some keys and unlocked the door. He held the door open and motioned me in. I stepped in and it was pitch black but only for a couple seconds.

I heard a click as he flipped on the lights. One by one rows of lights switched on to reveal a huge room that looked like a gym. There were all kinds of equipment from punching bags, weights, and boxing rings to jump ropes and tread mills. Plus a ton of stuff that i had no idea what it even was. I swear they had everything.

"Woah, who owns this place?" I asked looking around as the last light clicked on.

"I do." he said, surprising me.

"Really?" I asked trying to figure out where he got the money for this.

"Why so surprised?" he asked while he walked over to the punching bags and picked up a backpack by the wall. I followed him and tried to see what he was digging for in the bag.

"I'm not but uh, why are we here?" I asked, still confused.

"We're training." he said as he threw a ball of clothes over to me.

"What? Training?" I asked looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Yep, now get dressed, bathrooms over there." he said pointing to a door about ten feet away.

"Alright.." I muttered to myself as I swung the door open. I stepped in and locked the door just in case. I was surprised to see that it was very clean. I changed into the clothes which were a small size of red boys shorts and a white tee shirt. The shorts were definitely too small for Zack but fit me perfectly so he must have planned that, but the shirt was definitely his. It reached to the bottom of the shorts which were about down to my knees so it was pretty big on me.

You could barely see my red bra through the shirt but it wasn't really noticeable so I wasn't really all that worried. I shoved my clothes into my backpack that I still had and walked out to see Zack had changed into a white tee shirt and some blue shorts that both fit him perfectly.

"What are we doing?" I asked as the bathroom door shut and he turned around. He walked over and grabbed some boxing gloves off the wall and turned to me.

"Were boxing. Here, give me your hands" he answered. I lifted my hands up as he slipped them on and laced them up. He put his hand on my lower back and guided me over to the punching bag.

"Do you know how to throw a punch?" he asked.

"I took a couple classes a long time ago but.." I trailed off.

"Okay, here stand like this," he moved my body so my left foot was in front of my right.

"and square your shoulders." he slightly turned my shoulder. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he spoke but I tried to ignore it and focus on the bag.

"Put your hands like this and punch." he motioned with his hands. My hand flew out in front of me and connected with the bag with a small thud.

"Again." he instructed. I brought my hand out and did it again.

Thud.

"Again, more power." he instructed. I did it again harder.

Thud.

After about twenty minutes of punching with both hands, we moved on to kicks. Then with each other we did blocks and different moves. We worked on moves and combinations for about an hour before we went and worked out with some other things. We both ran on the tread mill and jumped rope which of coarse turned into a competition of who could jump the longest. I lost because I started laughing at him.

We did some more boxing for about another hour but it was more laid back because we kept messing with each other.

"Come on, you punch like a girl." Zack taunted as he smirked at me. I glared at him as he reached over and grabbed another pair of gloves.

"I'll show you how it's done." he said as he walked over to the bag.

"Watch closely" he teased as he turned and punched the bag a few times. Even though it was much harder than I could punch, I figured I couldn't miss a chance to tease him.

"Not that impressive, I think you're the one that punches like a g-"

WHAM.

My sentence was cut off by him putting enough force in his punch to send the bag swinging violently around. It took me a second of staring at the bag to look over to Zack to see him smirking at me.

"What was that?" he asked innocently.

"Uh I said you punched like a girl."

He raised his eyebrows at me as I crossed my arms.

"Who ever said it was an insult? Girls can punch just as hard." I said stubbornly.

"Then come on, punch me." he opened his arms wide with a evil looking smile.

I rolled my eyes at him once again. "I'm not going to punch you."

"Aw why not? Know you'll lose that fight?" He left his arms up as he walked a little closer to me.

Well yeah duh. But I obviously wasn't going to actually say that. "Nah, just wouldn't want to mess up that pretty little face of yours."

"Aw you think I'm pretty?" he asked with wide innocent eyes.

"Average." I shot back. If he kept talking, I may just take him up on that punch.

He let out a loud laugh as he brought his hands in front of him like he was getting ready to punch but started bouncing back and forth teasing me. "Come on, just one round."

He stepped forward and started to lightly punch my arms and stomach while he was still bouncing back and forth and making little sound affects as he swing dramatically. I swatted away his hands and looked up to him innocently as he stopped and looked down to me.

"It wasn't luck ya know." I said with a smirk of my own. his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"What?" he asked still looking down at me. I tilted my head to the side.

"Making the jump over the buildings, it wasn't luck, it was skill." I finished before bringing my hand up and bopping him in the face with the soft part of my glove. I laughed at his surprised face as he just stared at me not quite knowing what to do for a second. I stepped back as I laughed at him. A small smile appeared on his face and he stepped towards me.

"Oh you've had it now." He said as he reached forwards to me. I squealed as I ducked away from him and managed to take few more steps back. He jumped forward again and got a hold of me. He grabbed my shoulders and put his leg behind mine as I squealed and locked my hands around his neck. If I was going down he was coming down with me. He pushed my shoulders back and brought his leg forward making me lose my balance and start to fall backwards. As much as he tried, he lost his balance too with me pulling him down. I landed on my back and he landed on his hands and knees beside me.

"You're gonna get it now." he said with a huge smile as I laughed along with him as he tried to grab me again. he grabbed my wrists and kneeled down with one leg on both sides of my hips and tried to get better control of my struggling hands. I don't think either one of us could really move properly as we were laughing so hard. I managed to shove him off of me and roll him over from a move that I had learned from an old friend. he looked surprised as he landed on his back with a thud but kept laughing. I scooted away as fast as I could and stood up with enough distance away from us that he couldn't just grab my ankles or something.

I smiled triumphantly as I walked backwards some more. He looked up to me while still laying on his back with a smile. "You may gave gotten away this time but that wont be the case next time." he said as he lifted himself up and walked with me over to our waters.

We both drank our waters, taking breaks to breath as we were both still pretty out of breath. I poured a tiny bit in my hand and flicked it at him. It hit him in the face and chest so he started pouting.

"You look like a little adorable puppy." I said and it was true, his normally mean badass face took a break and turned into a cute little puppy face. He looked offended and then started getting defensive.

"Adorable? I'm hot and sexy, not adorable. Do you see this?" he asked as he flexed his arms. Yeah, I definitely saw that.

I rolled my eyes and started drinking out of my water bottle. In a split second he reached over and squeezed the bottle, filling my mouth completely making me choke and spit it all out. Which resulted in all the water soaking my shirt. Zack started laughing uncontrollably as I started choking and gasping for breath. After a couple seconds, I stopped choking and he looked up.

His eyes went wide and he stopped laughing. I looked down and saw that my red lacy bra was clearly showing through the white soaked tee shirt. My eyes went wide and my face heated up real quick. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up to him to see that he was looking at his feet. If I didn't know better I could have sworn I saw a tiny tinge of pink to his cheeks which didn't make any sense because I'm more than 100 percent sure he wasn't innocent at all. I'm sure he's seen more much than a bra. At that thought a little wave of jealousy swept through me for some reason but it went away just as quickly as it came.

"Uh I'm gonna change." I said as I scooped up my backpack and quickly slipped into the bathroom again before he could say anything. I looked into the mirror to see that the entire front of the shirt was soaked and clinging onto my bra. My face looked like a tomato as I lifted my hands and rested my face in them for a couple seconds before I decided that I had to change and go out of the bathroom eventually. I slipped my old clothes back on and checked my phone to see it was almost 4:30.

I ran my collapsible brush through my hair and sprayed some fresh smelling body spray on me before throwing it back in my bag and stepping out into the gym. I looked over to see Zack with his back facing me. He had on black jeans and was about to put a different white shirt on. His back muscles flexed as he slipped on the shirt. Even if I didn't want to admit it, he was hot. Of coarse I would never say that to him because his ego would blow up like a balloon but he was extremely good looking and he knew it. I stepped out and let the bathroom door close before I got caught staring.

He turned around and asked "You ready to go?"

I nodded and completely put my backpack on as he slipped on his chiche leather jacket and we walked over to the door. He opened it and motioned me out so I slipped by him trying not to touch at all. He reached in and flipped the lights off before shutting and locking the door.

We both walked over to his bike and he grabbed my helmet. He turned to me and slipped it on my head. His fingers lingered a second on the clasp but he pulled away and swiftly put his helmet on before swinging his leg over the bike. I walked over and did the same and wrapped my hands around his stomach. I felt the bike roar to life making a spark of excitement bubble in my chest again.

He pulled out on the road and right as he hit the asphalt, he sped up to about 60 miles per hour. After about twenty seconds we jerked forward as he sped up to 80. When he did I squealed a bit and held on a little tighter. After another 30 seconds we jerked forward again and were going about 100. I squeezed onto him even tighter if he did that again, I don't think he'll be able to brea-

I squealed again and tightened my hold to a death grip as he swerved around the slightly twisty road. I felt his back rumble as he laughed at me. After a minute of doing that, my grip loosened almost back to normal. When we got back onto the main road, he slowed down back to almost the normal speed limit. Almost. We were still going about 15 over. Surprisingly there weren't many people out right now with the roads we were taking. Speaking about roads, this wasn't the way to my house. I figured Zack wasn't going to kill me though-well I hoped.

I just let it go to see where we were going when we got there. I watched as the scenery flew by in flashes. After about 10 minutes we pulled into a parking lot of a small diner. Linda's café was sprawled across a sign above the door in big swirly cursive letters.

"Why are we here" I asked after we both got off the bike and took our helmets off.

"To eat dinner duh" he said as if I was the stupidest person alive which I probably was. I huffed and he just chuckled at me as we walked up to the small building. He opened the door for me so I smiled and mumbled a "thank you" and looked around. The café had a 60s feel to it with the black and white checkered floor and red and silver accents. A perky girl hopped over to us holding a notebook.

"My names candy and I'll be your waitress today, how many people?" she asked Zack.

"Two." he answered.

"Alright, right this way." she answered in a high pitched voice. Her name definitely suited her. As she walked in front of us she swayed her hips way to much and pushed out her obviously fake boobs. I rolled my eyes as she came up to a booth and motioned us to sit down but not once did she acknowledge me.

I could already tell I wasn't going to like her nor was this going to end too well if she kept acting like that.

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Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in forever so sorry for that. There's some family stuff going on so updates will be really slow. This is a chapter that I wrote a long time ago and hadn't even really edited it but just decided to post it real quick. I know it's trash but its better than nothing. Ok, i better go before i do any more damage... Byyeee!

Thanks for reading!

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~awkwardpenguin3