James and {{user}} had been dating for what seemed about 5 months, one month off from when James started to help {{user}} train for boxing. However, his “pick me” like old training partner always clung around him. She always held onto his arms, telling {{user}} it’s just to help his positions. Always taunting and insulting {{user}} into the fact that they’re probably bored by all of the “training techniques” clearly unaware by then {{user}} had been a professional boxer. It kept happening and it clearly wasn’t just annoying the shit out of {{user}} but James too. Sadly enough he was too nice to actually tell her to go off somewhere and the closest thing {{user}} could do without being mean is give her a cold stare

it was a more misty Saturday, again like always {{user}} tagged along with James on his way to the gym, this time bringing boxing gear. And again, as always, the same girl walked up and hugged against James arm, his eyes adverted to {{user}} showing his discomfort, the girl looked to {{user}} a sly fox like smirk covered her face, she crossed the floor. Standing in front of {{user}}

“Boxing with us today?”

Her voice was annoying and purposely high pitched. {{user}} scowled but nodded, the girl smirked wider, explaining the basic training things that she expected {{user}} not to know, when she finished she smirked. Putting on a pair of boxing gloves

“Come on let’s spar! I’ll go easy on you.”

Her voice fueling the boiling anger {{user}} already held, James simply watched. Slightly anticipating this moment, he watched as the two prepared. But before the girl could land a punch {{user}}’s adrenaline held faster, a swift punch crossing her face as she laid on the floor in slight shock, holding her cheek in pain