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Jolie
I watch the scenery passing us by in a blur as Colt drives us to Olympia, the home of the G.O.D.S. He tells me that my training starts today and that he has a lot of work to do. I feel like Mr. Z paired me with him because of my anger towards my team. This won’t last though, Colt has his own team to train with, considering I have to go up against them in the trials. His team is actually pretty cool. I met them at lunch yesterday. It’s a super weird dynamic they have, seeing as how their sixth doesn’t seem to be dating any of them.
My knee bounces nervously as we’re let through the massive steel gates and he drives us around to the parking spaces. He rambles on about this place and I listen with rapt attention as I take it all in. This is the facility that everyone comes to once they graduate high school. All of the answers I seek to the questions I have are contained within these walls. So far I’ve seen the main part of Olympia, where Mr. Z's office and the labs are, but this is new.
He points out what each building is for as we walk towards our destination. I try to take it all in but it’s so vast that I’ll have to figure it out over time. It honestly looks like another school from the outside though.
“This is one of the gyms,” he says as we enter a nondescript building. “We will be training here today. There are nicer gyms but they’re generally booked for those who have been here for a while. Since we don’t technically go here yet, we’re stuck with this place.”
Looking around the room, I have to admit that this place kind of looks like a dump. The walls are a light beige colour; no fancy logos, no mirrors to check your form in, and I could be mistaken but I think I see blood splattered in various spots. Mats, which have seen better days, line almost the entire floor with some people already training on them.
Instead of commenting about how much of a shithole it is, I mutter, “This place looks nice.”
“It’s okay. Let’s get your clothes sorted first. Mr. Z sent a box down for you,” he says pointing to a box in the corner of the room. He walks over and picks it up, then drops it on the floor in front of me, opening it.
I watch as he pulls out a G.O.D.S polo that matches the one he is wearing. A pair of long pants, boots, a training bra, spandex shorts and a few other articles of clothing, plus a duffle bag and a pair of sneakers. “Every time you come here you need to be dressed appropriately. Always wear the uniform in and out. You can get changed into your workout gear once you’re here or wear it underneath.”
“Sounds easy enough.” He hands me my workout gear and points to the women's locker room on the other side of the gym.
“Get changed, then we can go over some basic self-defence today and see where you’re at. I watched your fight with Summer and you have some street skills but you need some work.”
“Thanks for telling me I’m shit in a nice way.” I say sarcastically.
He winks at me and I head into the changing rooms. There are a few girls in here also getting changed. They watch me curiously; I don’t doubt that they already know who I am. I see Blayne, Colt’s sixth, standing in front of a locker. A bright smile takes over her face when she sees me and she waves. It’s super weird how teams work. I know Summer and all of her guys are dating but I’m not sure of the dynamic in Blayne's team. Everything seemed platonic between the six of them. It’s not my place to ask but I can say curiosity wants me to.
“Jolie, did you come to get your ass kicked?” she asks with a laugh.
“If you class Colt knocking me to my ass so he can get on top of me, then yes.”
She cackles hysterically; a snort escaping her nose makes her laugh even harder. I watch for her reaction, waiting to see if jealousy kicks in, but it doesn’t. “That’s Colt for you. Just a tip, he is super ticklish, get your hand under his pit and he will tap out every single time.”
“Good to know,” I say as I strip down and change into my workout gear. The sports bra and spandex shorts fit me like a glove.How the hell does Mr. Z know what size I wear?Even the shoes are the correct size.
“I’ll see you out there,” she says as she slams her locker shut then exits the room. I finish tying the laces on my shoes, then grab all of my clothes from the bench and leave the locker room. I skirt around the sparring partners to where the box of my stuff is and shove the wad of clothing into the duffle bag.
Scanning the mats, my eyes fall on Colt as he and Blayne circle each other. Colt taunts her and she lunges at him. She manages to get a few good hits in, but he does a damn good job of evading her oncoming attacks.
Seeing Blayne at school, and seeing her here at gym, it’s almost like she’s two different people. The sports bra and shorts she’s wearing reveals ripped muscles that are normally hidden by our uniforms. Her dark hair is pulled tight in a ponytail on top of her head, and her brown eyes stand out more without the presence of makeup covering her face.
This continues until he has her pinned on the mat. He looks over at me with a triumphant grin on his face. “Your turn Cupcake.”
I walk over to the mat as Colt helps Blayne up and tells her to go spend some time on the treadmill. She nods, then shoots me a knowing look and a wink. She bends down and swipes a hand towel off the floor and wipes the sweat from her face, then makes her way over to the gym equipment.
Colt walks over to where I’m standing on the edge of the mat and places a hand on my lower back. With a nudge he says, “Let’s see what you’ve got. Try to get me down on the mat.”
For the next ten minutes I try to catch Colt; he continuously sidesteps me, runs a circle, slaps my ass and generally makes me laugh.
Checking the clock on the wall, I see I only have a few minutes left until I need to get changed and meet Mr. Z. I messaged him before Colt and I left the school grounds to pick me up here. I figured he can have his driver drop me back off to Boston's car, which I left at the school.
“Let’s give it one last shot,” he says with a smirk. I take a step forward and lift my sports top, his mouth falls open and I strike quickly at his neck. He gasps for air and I use that to my advantage and jump onto his back, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other goes for his armpit.
He snorts out laughter and drops to the ground. “Fine,” he concedes. Laying flat on his stomach and me still plastered on his back ready to attack. “You win.”
I ease my body weight off of him and he instantly flips me onto my back and his body hovers over mine. His hands pin mine to the ground and he smiles down at me. He locks eyes with me and starts to lean in, I turn my head and he pulls back. The pain of my rejection flashes across his face but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “Can’t blame a guy for trying after you showed him your perfect tits. Man, that wasn’t playing fair.”
“Get off her.” The malice dripping from that voice causes Colt to stiffen. He is ripped from on top of me and thrown backwards. Chester is standing over top of him, shirtless and his tattoos on full display. His body is slick with sweat, the beads rolling down his chest making me want to lick them off.No, damn it. Bad Jolie.
“Chester, what the fuck?”
