Penelope's POV
"It's complicated Swayer."
"Bullshit." | pulled his hand slowly away from my face and he stood there with a confused expression. "| need to get going." I said.He followed me out without a word until | came to the doors. "How'd you get here?" he asked. | pointed to my mom's white Mercedes. It's sometimes nice when your mom's a lawyer, though is she ever found out about my deeper past and secrets back in California, she would kill me. "Just think about it Penelope." Swayer called from the doorway of the gym when | was loading into the driver's seat. "Think about it." Swayer's POV | don't understand why Penelope doesn't want to fight. She said something about 'not being able to tell me' or 'it's complicated', but | had an itch to find out why. The next morning | went for a jog to the gym insAfter a while.Penelope's POVSo here | was, massaging Swayer's shoulder while he sat on the couch with a bowl of cheetoh puffs. | was currently standing behind the couch, wishing | could take a break from this pretty exhausting work."Catch." Swayer said and before | could comprehend what was happening he threw a cheetoh puff in my face. It whacked me in the forehead and | stopped my hands and just stood there with my eyes closed and mouth in a straight line. | breathed in slowly and calmed myself from his laughter. Oh how | wanted to suddenly massage his neck. With my hands. Very, very, tightly."You have a little cheese right there..." Swayer pointed to my forehead and chuckled lightly."You won't be laughing when | strangle you to death in your sleep." | said."Here." He sat up from the couch and leaned over the back. His fingers slowly brushed off the cheese dust from my forehead and
Swayer's POVWhen we got there, there were five guys standing with cameras and cards, trying to get Penelope to attend another match. | grabbed the cards and ushered her inside,shutting the door."Oh my gosh, | won." She finally said and chuckled, pulling her into another hug."Yeah you did! And by the way, you stink."She hit my arm playfully. "Now you knowhow you smelled like that first match."We laughed and after she pulled on her jacket, we rode our bikes to a diner nearby. While we tried to get out of the arena, many people and reporters took pictures and handed me cards that | stuffed into the pockets with the rest.We got a seat in the back corner of one ofmy favorite diners in this city."This place has the best onion rings you'll ever taste." | said as the waitress placed a small basket of onion rings down
Penelope's thoughtsNew starts are always difficult, especially when you're a teenager and moving around seems like the only thing you do. New schools, new people, new locality, everything becomes a hundred times more difficult when you are that socially awkward nerd who was mocked by everyone in the school.Not only my awkward ass became the reason people make fun of me but my divorced parents also become a reason now. Anyways, no matter what I do or where I go, a new start will always be difficult.Penelope with her mother moved for the 5th time in a year and this time the place is New york city.12th November '2020It was my first day of school and as | stood silently outside my new high school. A gust of cold, harsh, November wind slapped me in the face and my cheeks turned red. | saw students walking in the entrances and chatting away. The school was huge. Actually, huge was an understatement. It was ginormous.| h
- Swayer's POV -After the last hour of school | hopped onto my motorcycle and zoomed off towards the fighting warehouse. This was the place where | could clear my mind.Today had been a busy day of girls constantly throwing themselves at me and kissing my ass. | had gotten so used to the fact that | was simply irresistible.But what disturb me the most is that new girl, she is different, Her aura is different and she is like a closed book I am dying to read. She isn't like some other girl at the school throwing themselves at me, she is different and it feels like my charms have almost no effect on her. She fascinate me with every action of her and now, I just want to clear my head...My hands were aching to punch something and let all my stress out. | had walked in ready to relax when a sight | saw made me stop.Penelope punched Henry right in the jaw and then in the groin. | winced myself and stared in awe and confusion."She cou
Swayer's POV| watched in horrifying embarrassment as the video played out. Penelope had shoved me back and pointed her fist in my chest and was now arguing with me. | could hear every word.I am embarrassed but I can't say if I am angry at her or on the video."What the hell?" | turned back to the punching bag and slammed my fist against it. "Who posted that?"He shrugged. "| dunno man, but she seems scary. But she's hot. Nice job, bro."No, no, no, nice job was definitely not it. | bet everyone at school had seen it. Now they know that there is someone out there that can talk to me that way. Girls throw themselves on me not yell at me or tell me what to do or what not!"My reputation is at stake, Trey! Shit."| grabbed my things, not bothering to train today, and walked back to the doors."Sorry T, I'll see you later!" | yelled back at him."Where you going?"&nbs
Penelope's POVAfter taking a shower, brushing my hair, and then applying on some mascara and eyeliner, | stood in front of my closet, just staring.The weather said it would be chilly, what a surprise, so | picked out a dark maroon colored shirt with a black leather jacket. | pulled on some light jeans and vans, thenwent to grab my phone.| looked to see there was a message froman unknown number.Unknown: hey sweetie, you ready for tonight? ;) - Swayer| wondered how the heck he got my number.Penelope: how'd you get this number??Swayer: | have my ways...Penelope: ok? And yeah, I'm pumped!Swayer: alright then babe, see you in a few ')| chuckled and slid the phone into my back pocket. | checked the time and it read 6:47. Crap, | had to get there soon.Running down the stairs, | came to a halt w
Swayer's POV| walked to the center of the mat and faced my opponent. He towered a good half foot over me, but | Knew | couldn't let his height intimidate me. Before the referee started the fight, | glanced around with my eyes to scan out the room for Penelope.| instantly saw her right in the second row, her eyes locked onto mine and | felt a rush of adrenaline in me. She smiled and cheered out, and | smiled to myself and faced the beast.The bell rung and | shifted from foot to foot, holding my hands in front of my face. The crowd went silent and all | could hear the breaths of my opponent and me.He threw the first punch but | ducked right before and swung to his stomach. He grunted but quickly repositioned. We kept throwing punches to each other, and once| knocked his jaw sideways.Without me knowing, he lunged and tackled me to the floor. His body weight pinning me down as he threw punches repeat
"Ingrid Thatcher. Thank you so much for saving me. Really, it means the world tome." She said.| smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. | wouldn't let some lunatic get away without a fight.""Where did you learn how to?" she asked."In California, my old home. My dad taught me part time and | got really interested. If you want you can come by and-"She shook her head furiously. "Oh no, | mean, | can't do that. | hate fighting, especially watching it. That's why it took me a while to build up the courage to smack the guy in the head with your sandwich..." she looked down at the smashed lunch in the plastic bag she was carrying. "Sorry about your sandwich." She apologized.| waved it off. "No problem. Your life was more important anyways. Don't worry about it."She thanked me and her cellphone rang. Ingrid looked at the caller, listened to the other end, and told me that she had to get
Swayer's POVWhen we got there, there were five guys standing with cameras and cards, trying to get Penelope to attend another match. | grabbed the cards and ushered her inside,shutting the door."Oh my gosh, | won." She finally said and chuckled, pulling her into another hug."Yeah you did! And by the way, you stink."She hit my arm playfully. "Now you knowhow you smelled like that first match."We laughed and after she pulled on her jacket, we rode our bikes to a diner nearby. While we tried to get out of the arena, many people and reporters took pictures and handed me cards that | stuffed into the pockets with the rest.We got a seat in the back corner of one ofmy favorite diners in this city."This place has the best onion rings you'll ever taste." | said as the waitress placed a small basket of onion rings down
After a while.Penelope's POVSo here | was, massaging Swayer's shoulder while he sat on the couch with a bowl of cheetoh puffs. | was currently standing behind the couch, wishing | could take a break from this pretty exhausting work."Catch." Swayer said and before | could comprehend what was happening he threw a cheetoh puff in my face. It whacked me in the forehead and | stopped my hands and just stood there with my eyes closed and mouth in a straight line. | breathed in slowly and calmed myself from his laughter. Oh how | wanted to suddenly massage his neck. With my hands. Very, very, tightly."You have a little cheese right there..." Swayer pointed to my forehead and chuckled lightly."You won't be laughing when | strangle you to death in your sleep." | said."Here." He sat up from the couch and leaned over the back. His fingers slowly brushed off the cheese dust from my forehead and
Penelope's POV"It's complicated Swayer.""Bullshit."| pulled his hand slowly away from my face and he stood there with a confused expression."| need to get going." I said.He followed me out without a word until | came to the doors."How'd you get here?" he asked.| pointed to my mom's white Mercedes. It's sometimes nice when your mom's a lawyer, though is she ever found out about my deeper past and secrets back in California, she would kill me."Just think about it Penelope." Swayer called from the doorway of the gym when | was loading into the driver's seat."Think about it."Swayer's POV| don't understand why Penelope doesn't want to fight. She said something about 'not being able to tell me' or 'it's complicated', but | had an itch to find out why.The next morning | went for a jog to the gym ins
Penelope's POV| looked around, astounded by the amount of flowers covering the meadow-like clearing. | looked over Swayer's shoulder and saw a crystal clear pond."Wow." | whispered and Swayer turned around to glance at me with a grin on hisface.The dirt road stopped at the edge of the pond. Swayer and | hopped off and | speedily walked to the pond.| stopped when | saw small twinkling lights hovering over the water. Fireflies.| reached out to grab one and lost my footing, but Swayer's arms pulled me back before | fell face first into the water.My body was turned back towards him and my chest was pressed up against his. Our breathing was shallow and my nose was mere inches away from his. | looked into his deep brown eyes and felt a tug towards his lips.| looked away and gently pulled myself out of his arms, immediately blushing."How did you fin
Swayer's POVMonica stood, picked up her purse, and shook her head at me. "You should really try and get to know her better, Swayer. Maybe you'll actually realize that you like her soon enough. | dont want you growing up and looking back at your life and remembering all the girls you've slept with and thrown away. Maybe she's the one."| laughed my ass off at this one because no way in hell would Penelope ever marry me or | marry her. We weren't soul mates, we weren't even dating for that matter and Monica was already trying to plan weddings."Well, | have to go. But think about it." she came back over and kissed me lightly before walking out of my room.Why was she telling me this, and more importantly, what is Penelope doing to me?Penelope's POVA few weeks passed without me seeing Swayer. | began to worry but thought nothing of it. He did live next to me, maybe I could go check up on him.&n
"Ingrid Thatcher. Thank you so much for saving me. Really, it means the world tome." She said.| smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. | wouldn't let some lunatic get away without a fight.""Where did you learn how to?" she asked."In California, my old home. My dad taught me part time and | got really interested. If you want you can come by and-"She shook her head furiously. "Oh no, | mean, | can't do that. | hate fighting, especially watching it. That's why it took me a while to build up the courage to smack the guy in the head with your sandwich..." she looked down at the smashed lunch in the plastic bag she was carrying. "Sorry about your sandwich." She apologized.| waved it off. "No problem. Your life was more important anyways. Don't worry about it."She thanked me and her cellphone rang. Ingrid looked at the caller, listened to the other end, and told me that she had to get
Swayer's POV| walked to the center of the mat and faced my opponent. He towered a good half foot over me, but | Knew | couldn't let his height intimidate me. Before the referee started the fight, | glanced around with my eyes to scan out the room for Penelope.| instantly saw her right in the second row, her eyes locked onto mine and | felt a rush of adrenaline in me. She smiled and cheered out, and | smiled to myself and faced the beast.The bell rung and | shifted from foot to foot, holding my hands in front of my face. The crowd went silent and all | could hear the breaths of my opponent and me.He threw the first punch but | ducked right before and swung to his stomach. He grunted but quickly repositioned. We kept throwing punches to each other, and once| knocked his jaw sideways.Without me knowing, he lunged and tackled me to the floor. His body weight pinning me down as he threw punches repeat
Penelope's POVAfter taking a shower, brushing my hair, and then applying on some mascara and eyeliner, | stood in front of my closet, just staring.The weather said it would be chilly, what a surprise, so | picked out a dark maroon colored shirt with a black leather jacket. | pulled on some light jeans and vans, thenwent to grab my phone.| looked to see there was a message froman unknown number.Unknown: hey sweetie, you ready for tonight? ;) - Swayer| wondered how the heck he got my number.Penelope: how'd you get this number??Swayer: | have my ways...Penelope: ok? And yeah, I'm pumped!Swayer: alright then babe, see you in a few ')| chuckled and slid the phone into my back pocket. | checked the time and it read 6:47. Crap, | had to get there soon.Running down the stairs, | came to a halt w
Swayer's POV| watched in horrifying embarrassment as the video played out. Penelope had shoved me back and pointed her fist in my chest and was now arguing with me. | could hear every word.I am embarrassed but I can't say if I am angry at her or on the video."What the hell?" | turned back to the punching bag and slammed my fist against it. "Who posted that?"He shrugged. "| dunno man, but she seems scary. But she's hot. Nice job, bro."No, no, no, nice job was definitely not it. | bet everyone at school had seen it. Now they know that there is someone out there that can talk to me that way. Girls throw themselves on me not yell at me or tell me what to do or what not!"My reputation is at stake, Trey! Shit."| grabbed my things, not bothering to train today, and walked back to the doors."Sorry T, I'll see you later!" | yelled back at him."Where you going?"&nbs