Grayson's fists pounded into the body in front of him, grunts escaping from the young mans lips. He stood in his garage, a large punching bag held in front of him and his hands were taped in preparation for his practice. Ever since he was young he was always urged to learn how to fight, to grow stronger, learn to defend himself... For reasons he refused to acknowledge.
Beads of perspiration ran down his forehead as he aimed another shot at the bag, making his knuckles tingle with pain but he brought back his arm and delivered another blow, knowing if the bag were a person... It would only take a good solid shot to bring it down. In between the heavy breathing Grayson felt slightly dizzy and moved to his garage table, a hand grasping the wooden edges for balance and he looked down taking a few solid breaths before raising his dark brown eyes once more... Seeing something unspeakable.
"Fuck!" Grayson turned his eyes away and looked back... The man gone. It made his frustrated, angry, scared. He stepped out of the garage, running down the driveway. "Come up to my face you sick fuck!"
An old lady stood across the street and Grayson narrowed his eyes, knowing he could be sent back if she made a call and he quickly walked back to his garage, a determined look across his handsome face.
Jessie giggled as Tanner's lips moved against her own, eagerly returning the kiss... Her soft lips against his but after a moment she pushed him back. "Too slobbery..."
"What?" Tanner asked with disbelief crossing his face. Jessie stood and straightened her white blouse and blue skirt, turning her eyes to Tanner. The two stood underneath the highschool bleachers, although she had graduated she did enjoy visiting...
"Your a bulldog... Work on that." Jessie winked and began to walk away, leaving the boy dazed and confused.