Protector

Destiny's POV

"Thanks for driving me mom" I say looking at the raod in front of me.

"Your welcome honey." she said smiling while looking at me for a split second and then looking back at the road.

I told myself that I would do anything to be safe and thats what I'm going to do. I did some reaserch on line for boxing teachers and other stuff like that. And I found this place about 2 miles from my house where they train people in boxing and MMA. I personally like MMA better, in boxing all you really do I punch each other and I like to use every part of my body to kick someones ass so yeah. She's taking me there cause I really don't want to walk anywhere anymore, after what happen a couple days ago.

But when I told her that I wanted to do MMA, she just kinda looked at me like I was a little crazy. But she said yes because she would rather me get punched in the face by my trainer or something, than a drunken asshole on the side of the street. Which I agree 100% with her on that.

Before I know it my mom pulls the car to the side of the road and says we're there. I smiled at her and said that I would see her later. She smiled back and I gave her a hug. I got out and shut the car door behind me, I waved 'bye' to her and then she drove off to where ever she was going.

I looked at the building in front of me and it was a run down building but it looked twice as nice as some of the others in this town. I read the sign on the door that said 'Zayn's MMA/boxing Training". I took a deep breath and look atthe door again

Don't get me wrong I want to do this but, I'm just getting this sick feeling in my stomach looking at this place, like I'm not allowed here. But despite my feeling I walk across the sidewalk and grab the doorhandle, I took another deep breath as I pull the door open and I saw everything.

A boxing ring in the middle of the giant room, on the right side of the huge room were tons of tredmills, a big wieght lifting station and a door that said 'restrooms' above the door. On the left side of the room, there were punching bags of all sizes and another door that said 'lockers' above the doorway.

And in this giant place there were only a few people in each section of the room. A couple guys in the wieght lifting station, 2 were in the ring punching each other in the face. 2 or 3 were punching some punching bags on the other side of the room. No one noticed me which I was quiet happy about. But I noticed something about all the people here, they were all guys, thats not a very good sign for me. I was deciding weather or not to find someone to talk to when I was intrupted from my thoughts by someone with a deep raspy voice saying, "can I help you?"

I turned to my right from which the sound came from and I saw a really hot guy, shirtless, lots of tattoos, with curly brown hair that was pull up with a bandana, and green eyes. At first all I did was stare, but then I managed to stop gocking over him and say, "yeah, ugh, I was looking to start training here."

After I said that he just looked at me, like he was trying to comprehend what I just said, then he just started laughing, not really loud but loud enought so I could hear him.

"Sorry but I don't see what's so funny." I say looking at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"yeah, ah, we don't train," he stopped to look me up and down and then continued with only one word "girls."

"Well someones a bit sexist." I said crossing my arms and looking him up and down.
He just kinda chuckled and started walking around me in a circle which gave me a creeped out feeling. "Babe I'm not sexist, It's just, all you girls are the same. You only want to 'train' because of all the guys in the gym, you want to stare at them all day unstead of lifting wieghts like the rest of us." he said still circling me like I was an injured Zebra and he was the Lion.

"I don't want to stare. I want to train" I said trying to keep my passionts. key word 'trying'.
"do you now?" he said while taking a piece of my hair and twirling it around his fingure.
"That's it" I said really annoyed before turning around and taking his arm twisting it around his back, pinning it agensted his shoulder blade, and kicking him in the back of the knee making him drop to the floor on his knees. He started stuggling, trying to get free.

I nelt down close to his face, "Alright, penis wrincle-" I started to say before he cut me off, "It's Harry."

I sighed, "Alright, Harry, I'm already sick of your bullshit, so if you don't want a fucking train wreck on your hands, I suggest you stop being a cocky little asshole and take me to whoever's incharge." I said and he stopped struggling and sighed before saying "fine."

I smiled and then got off the guy I now know as Harry, and he got up after me brushing himself off and saying "follow me." I did as he said and followed him to where all the punching bags were. We kept walking until we got to the very last bag with a, shirtless, jet black haired, big brown eyes boy and next to him punching the bag was a blonde boy with brown roots, and he had blue eyes, also shirtless. OK everybody in here is shirtless so I'm just going to leave that out.

"Zayn?" Harry said. Oh! The black haired one is Zayn! That makes more since cause the place is in his name. Zayn didn't even turn his head saying, "What is it Harold?"

I tried not to laugh, cause I just found that so funny, I mean he used his full name. "I have someone who wants to be trained" Harry said, sighing, probably because I just laughed at Zayn saying his full name.

"Who?" he said turning his head to Harry. I was behind Harry so he moved to the side so Zayn could see me. Zayn saw me and he just kinda started at me for a while, "Niall keep going" he said to the blonde boy punching the bag. Alright his names Niall.

He took a couple steps forward and started looking at me again, until he started asking me so many questions, it was like a quick fire. (A/N, so Destiny is bold and Zayn is Italics.)

"How old are you?"

"18."

"You ever had any training before?"

"karate when I was a kid but that's it."

"How many years of that?"

"3."

"What do you want to train in?"

"MMA."

"How much do you weigh?"

"165."

"Just above average for you. Alright how many times do you eat a day?"

"I'm hungry all the time so...anytime I can."

Niall stopped punching the bag and said out of breath, "Yeah, Zayn can I get something to eat?"

"No! keep going." He said said turning around to look at him. Niall just rose his hands in defence and started punching the bag again

"Alright, You start in 3 days, Harry with be your trainer-"

"What?!" Harry interupded Zayn.

"Your her trainer and that final." he said raising his voice at the curly haired boy, his neck vains popping out of his neck. 'Thats sexy' I said in my head, It almost came out my mouth but thank god it didn't.

Harry just sighed loudly and under his breath he said jst loud enought for me to hear, "This is bull shit." Than he just walked over to the wieght lifting station and started yelling at some other guys about not lifting enough weight.

"Alright," Zayn started up again. "You start in 3 days, 4 hours a day, 6 days a week, your off Sunday. Don't go overbored with the undressing and stuff, the other girls did, and that's why I kicked them out, they were destracting my guys from the training.

"Alright" I said with no problem in the world. He looked almost shocked, that I agreed to what he had just said.

"OK, ugh....They're is some papers on MMA training at the front door, when you walk out grap some. I'll see you in 3 days." he said before turning around and started talking to Niall. I took that as my sign to leave.

I turned to the front door and strted to walk out, but before I got out I remembered the papers Zayn had told me about. I walked a couple steps back and grabbed like 3 different papers that said MMA at the top of them.

I looked at the first one I had in my hand and the first thing it said in bold lettering was 'NO GIRLS IN THE MMA' I gulpped and started walking out of the gym again and to my house. Wondering if I would even survive training, let along anything that would be on the streets.

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