#browniee2

Realizing it will never be the same as it was, you gave up. Because why should you care about the people who don't care about you? You dropped off everything you all would do together. Their clothes when they came over would now be found in the trash can. You disposed the things that reminded you of them. You became free. You felt free.

The only thing you didn't drop off was boxing. You were a prodigy. YOU were the one to introduce them to boxing. So why should YOU quit it. The coach was basically your second father. There is no way you would let them ruin boxing for you. So there you were, in front of the person you swore to forget.

His hair was was messy. His white t shirt now drenched in sweat ,  revealing his toned body. You both looked at each other in surprise. Before continuing your business. You slid the zipper of your track suit down  as you looked around trying to find another punching bag .

You wrapped the bandages around you hand that was supposed to protect you knuckles. You wore you gloves and went toward the punching bag that was at the other side of the room. Connecting your headphones to your phone you play your favorite song. Doing your warm up before violating the punching bag. You could feel the eyes of zack. But chose to ignore it.

After an hour of kicking and punching the bag ruthlessly he decided to take a break. A stupid excuse to watch you actually. He wanted to see whether you changed or not. He could only pray to Buddha that you changed for the better.He won't lie he wanted to apologize, wanted to embrace you, talk to you like how he did when nothing happened but he knew he would only make it harder for you. You had a great group of friends that cared for you. He knew that and couldn't help but ignore you. As if you didn't exist. He felt his chest tighten at the memory of you looking at him with such betrayal after the cruel things he said to you. He decided it was enough. He went up to you, wanting to apologize.

"Hey, let's fight and see who is more stronger."

Shit. He didn't mean that. You on the other hand, were dumbfounded.

"Ummmm..... Okayyyy. Sure. " It was quite awkward.

Both of you got inside the ring. You in a red gloves and him in blue.

As both of you threw punches at each other. 30 mins in the fight,Zack realized that you were stronger than him and were just toying with him. He swiped his feet, catching you surprised and landed his first punch. Right on your nose. With a bleeding nose you kicked his jaw with your heel and and punched right under his jaw.

As he was falling he caught on to your arm and pulled you down with him. Causing you to straddle his waist.

Both of you stared at each other. With so much to say.

"I'm sorry. "

"For what. "

"Everything"

"What is 'everything' ? "

"I am sorry i ignored you. I am sorry i never made an effort. I am sorry i never bothered asking how you were doing. I am sorry I was never there when you needed me the most. I am so so so sorry. "

"I see. "

" Do you forgive me? "

"Not really"

"Y/N I am so sor-"

"Stand up. "

When he stood up your back  was facing him. The moment you felt something shift you twisted you leg and threw a punch at him.

"OWCH" He clutched his whole face.

"Now I forgive you. " You told him as you wore the brightest smile in the world. Blinding him.

You walked towards your bag. Packed your stuff. Zack was still there watching your every move.

You opened the glass door halfway before saying.

"Hey , you stink by the way . See you tomorrow at the school, chestnut. "

Zack had a stupid love stricken smile as he watched you leave.

He missed that nickname so goddamn much. Not that he would admit.

With a blushing face and a thumping heart Zack couldn't help but pray that the morning comes early.