Zethora's POV

"Sis, can I come?" 

I turn around after getting in my leotard and sweats to see my sister sitting on my bed. I walk over to her and tap my chin as if I was thinking before I nod rapidly at her. She giggles at me which makes me jump on her tickling her sides. She erupts into the melodic laughter that I love. Her voice reminds me so much of our mothers. She was soft spoken as well but gracious in everything she did... Just like Arabella. I always hated that I took some traits from my sperm donor. In some ways, it was necessary to have thick skin due to my occupation and the comments I get for not speaking. 

DING

I look at my phone to see a message from my coach letting me know that he has made it into town and will be at the gym in 20 minutes. SHIT! I quickly turn the phone around and Arabella's eyes go wide before she scurries off the bed to gather her bag. I run downstairs to get us a few water bottles while Arabella comes barreling down the stairs. She is quick to climb on the bike while putting on my helmet. I wait to make sure she is secure. Once she nods, I take off towards the gym.  

We make it there just as I see my coaches car pull up. He gets out and shakes his head with a smile on his lips. I know he is about to make a comment about Shadow. He highly dislikes my mode of transportation. He even attempted to put it in my contract that I wouldn't ride it... We both know who won that argument. He walks over to us as Arabella is placing my helmet in the side saddle. 

"It's good to see you again Arabella." Coach Bridges says as he stops in front of us. My sister smiles shyly. He then turns his attention to me. "I may not be able to get you to stop riding it but you should at least get a helmet if your sister will be using yours." 

I narrow my eyes at him. He sighs before gesturing his arm for me to lead the way. I walk past him holding Arabella's hand. She scurries behind me as we walk through the front of the gym to the back. My uncle walks over to us with open arms which we both rush into. Coach Bridges close behind. My uncle releases us to shake hands with him which Coach Bridges accepts smiling widely. 

I found out recently that Coach Bridges is a fan of football, more specifically my uncle. My uncle is well known quarterback from back in the day. We don't tell many people because how they will treat us due to it. Once he retired he bought this building and transformed it from the ground up and over the years more and more athletes use it. I am the only gymnast he opens the back part to. I remember when he had it customized for me and I couldn't hide my grin. He even built in some specific extra pieces to the gym including to rock climbing walls. My cousin and I have found a very fun use for those. 

"It's good to see you again Coach Bridges." My uncle greets. 

"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Rogers." Coach says humbly. I roll my eyes as he fanboys over my uncle. I tug Arabella's hand so we go into the gymnastic area. She walks over and sits down against the wall in the front of the gym as I begin to stretch. I take deep breaths allowing my muscles to stretch fully. My nose touching my knee. I stand up and stretch my arms backwards and above my head. I take off my sweats and hand them to Arabella who smiles at me. I smile before walking over to the bars. I hear the doors open and see Coach walking in. He sees me and slaps his hands together. 

"All right Z, let's get started." 

A few hours have passed and I honestly have thought of different scenarios on how to kill Coach. It went originally from something as simple as choking to my imagination running wild. Let's just say it involves a pack of wolves, some rope and a Cadillac. I internally chuckle picturing dragging his ass behind a car.  

"FOCUS Z!" 

My train of thoughts are snapped back to the man in question. I refocus on the bars that I am currently flipping over. I release and do my double twist dismount landing perfectly. Coach walks over to me as I breath heavily. He stops in front of me making my eyes lock with his. 

"I know what you are capable of... this isn't it." He pauses for a minute. "Focus on your goal Z." 

He walks away while telling me to take 5. I do as he says and walk to Arabella who has since been engrossed in a novel. I tap her foot and she looks up at me before handing me a water bottle. 

"You okay Z?" I nod at her and smile gently. I may feel a bit stiff but it won't be anything to compare to how I will feel this evening. I take a big swig of water just as I hear the doors to the room fly open. I look over seeing my cousin and Macey walking in seeming to be arguing yet again about something. I internally groan not wanting to deal with them. They make their way to me as their voices begin to raise.

"SHE CAN TO!" Macey says loudly while my cousin just looks annoyed. 

"She needs to be focused princess." He grits out while walking up to hug me. Macey shoves him pitifully making him stagger against me. 

"DON'T CALL ME A PRINCESS!" Macey screeches. Her attention turning towards me. Her mouth becoming a puppy pout. "Z, tell him that you can help me?" My eyes go wide as I look like a deer caught in head lights. My cousin smirking at my reaction. 

"Told ya." Macey narrows her eyes at him and points at his chest. 

"She didn't answer you dimwit." She pokes his chest as he rolls his eyes and takes a seat beside Arabella. Macey's eyes return to me and the pout is put back on full forced. "Z, I just want to use you as a muse. You don't have to do anything. Please!" 

Her eyes becoming comically big. I swear she is the only person I know that can make that face. I narrow my eyes at her for a minute while she puts her hands together as if she was praying. I slack my shoulders and she squeals before lunging on me. Her hug is cut short when Coach Bridges clears his throat. 

"Z, time to get back to it." I nod at him as I take off to the floor. I hear my cousin calling him captain making me roll my eyes. That idiot is going to make me have to do extra workouts! I stand in the corner as I hear Coach begin hollering out the flips he wants me to do. I take off and due them. My triple twist making Macey hoot at me. I give her a look telling her to stop. I look back to the coach to see a proud look on his face. "Again." 

2 hours later

"Damn Z, how are you still moving?" I look over to my cousin who has been watching me since he got here. Coach wasn't afraid of pushing me but I wasn't going to let him get to me. I need perfection to win. That's what I am striding for... 

I shrug at him as Macey throws her arm over my shoulder. I turn and look at her as my sister grabs Tyler's hand. We all walk out as Macey has to get the last word in. 

"See muse, that was exactly what I needed. Now my fall line is going to have a specific section based off of you." I slouch my shoulders and drop my head. This makes everyone laugh at me as we leave the gym for the day. 

Jesus, I'm sore...