I woke up on the sofa with blankets draped over my body. I looked down to see myself in pyjamas. Some one must have changed my clothes yesterday.

Yesterday...

It only brought back bad memories. The big cakeTy, Jason, dinner. It all came back in one hurl. It made Miley Cirus's wrecking ball look tame. My head spun around and I gripped the edge of the sofa, how did I end up like this?

"You okay?" Jason looked like he had just rolled out of bed, with his hair sticking up in different angles and his skin like shirt which was so-wait. Skin like shirt? They didn't sell those here did they. Oh no. Please no. I narrowed my eyes. Yup. Just as I had thought. No shirt. No shirt at all. I gulped: "um, I'm just going to grab something to eat in the kitchen."

He smiled, "sure let me help you." He walked  and picked me up. My cold skin made contact with his. Ignoring the sparks-Damn the sparks- I inhaled his scent. God, I sounded like a werewolf with all the sniffing. But hey, I was still a girl. He didn't smell like any brand of shampoo but only smelt like himself. Something completely different, like the dust and grime of the gym floor and the sweat and determination, lingering in the air. I remember  countless hours I spent in there with Josh, punching bag after bag, kicking  ball after ball. Shaking  thoughts off, I frowned, he couldn't have gone to gym. Yeah, he worked out but not as intensely as I did. That reminded me, I needed to join the local gym. Before I got fat again. Before  started getting teased. Before I-

Just go there and register women!!!

I jumped out of Jason's arms, missing his warmth. With his smell lingering on my clothes, I left him to gawk as me as I ran upstairs to get changed...

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Turbo. It was the nearest gym I could find. I looked inside to see boys, boys and more boys. I smirked, time to show them who was boss around here. Taking a deep breath, I walked in. Receiving a few wolf whistles on the way, I walked up to the grinning receptionist. A guy. Seriously, was this gym stereotypical or something? The horn on the guys face was evident as he said, "Well, who do we have here?"

I scowled, "Just let me register A hole."

Every one in the gym laughed. I balled up my hands, resisting  urge slap all their pretty little faces, "Doll face, don't tell me you're actually being serious. A girl like you wouldn't be able to beat us"

I scoffed, arrogant jerk headed boys, "Fine," I said, "if I can take downyour best fighter, then you have to let me sign up, if not, you'll never see me again."

They all smirked at me as a bulky but slender man stepped forward. He held out his hand for me to shake, I took it, we shook. A split second before he could let go, I used all my strength to flip him over me. He landed in a heap on the ground. Step one:never rust your opponent. I smirked and rolled my eyes. Who was laughing now?? I yelped as the next guy came onto me, barely having time to roll out of the way.  I he landed on his feet but bent down to his knees. I tutted. Step two: keep you posture. I kicked is butt as he fell to the ground. He didn't even try to get up, giving me the chance to kick his side and make him pass out. Step three:  if you fall, always get back up. I kicked   again before turning around, "who's next?"

The only thing that was left was the sound of a loud groan...