Capítulo 2: Chapter 1

Angelina's POV

'Beep beep'

Am I the only one who absolutely hates waking up in the morning? I mean why can't the night extend for a further twenty four hours or something?

Reluctantly, I got out of bed somehow feeling deep inside my bones that today was going to be one of the worst days of my entire life. I guess you can call it a gut feeling.

I live by myself. What I meant to say was, I'm all alone in this world. My mum passed on when I was only young and after that, I've just never really believed in keeping company because I have this theory where I believe that no one is able to stay with me. You may be wondering where my father is, I guess that makes two of us. I don't know who my father is, but if I ever get to meet him I would probably punch the living life out of him. I mean, he left my mum after impregnating her. I think my actions would be justified.

I quickly showered and got dressed into some grey, loose sweatpants and a black hoody. I put my hair up into a messy ponytail and wore my tattered sneakers and headed for the gym. I was told that we had to be extra early today as our Head Coach had something to tell us.

Did I forget to mention that I was a fighter? Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty much one of the most fierce fighters in our club. Lately, I had been practising really hard with absolute determination as I had a big competition in a months time. To say the very least, I'm a pretty seasoned fighter with the best coach I could ever ask for- Coach Grayson.

Coach Grayson, a fifty-three year old but twenty at heart, had to be one of the few blessings that I've gotten thus far. He met me when I was at my lowest point. It was a point where I felt extremely vulnerable and I had almost let my demons win. In a nutshell, he was and forever will be my grandpa in shining armour.

It took me about twenty minutes to briskly walk all the way to the club. Upon arriving, I saw everyone assembled around the Head Coach, Mr E. It seemed as though he was saying something really serious judging on the stances of my fellow fighters as well as the tense aura surrounding the room.

"As you may all know by now, Coach Grayson has been sick for the past two weeks. Unfortunately, we have been informed that he has actually been suffering from a brain tumour. Attributable to this, he has decided to resign while he undergoes treatment."

After hearing those words my heart dropped. Coach Grayson had been my trainer for over five years. He was the only father figure in my life. I just failed to fathom why he hadn't told me about his illness. To make it worse, everyone else seemed to have known about it but me.

Before my anger could rage any further, Mr E spoke again, "Although his value to our club could never be compensated, we do need a replacement as fast as possible as most of you need training for the big event next month. As such, my team and I have found a temporary assistant. In fact, everyone who is a fan of the boxing world should be familiar with the famous Xander Harrison."

My eyes bulged open as realisation of what was just said hit me. The Xander Harrison, also known as The Terminator, also known as the most ruthless fighter known, was going to be my new trainer? Not to mention how drop dead gorgeous the man was. I wouldn't be shocked if he had been a god in his past life. However, all those cons were overruled by his conceited nature. Xander Harrison is the type of person who would belittle someone just for fun. I know you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but he is as good as a book without a cover- predictable.

So many thoughts were spinning around my head like a windmill. What was I going to do about Coach Grayson? How was I going to survive without him? Would Xander and I get along or just cause destruction? My thoughts were disturbed suddenly by the sound of foreign footsteps. I examined the figure and gasped. Speak of the devil and he surely appears. Just on cue, Xander Harrison, the man himself, appeared with such an authoritative presence as though the whole world was to fall to his feet. He carried a sense of superiority on him like a second skin.

Just as he was about to speak, we made eye contact. But here's the good part, this man had the audacity to wink at me and then say, "I am honoured and glad to be able to assist you all and I hope you are willing to cooperate so we can produce excellent results. I hope we can get along and get to know more about each other. Thank you." Immediately, loud cheering and claps exploded into the air. All the while, he kept staring at me with a devilish smirk plastered on his chiselled face while I glared back with a scowl on my face.

Dear God, if you can hear me, please don't make me kill him. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison.