15. Grounded

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"Isabella you aren't even attempting to land a hit on me" My mother sighs as she drops her arms to her sides

I blow out a breath of air and run my hand over my sweaty head with frustration.

I haven't trained in weeks which has made my parents worried.

Due to me having to rest my hands for weeks at a time I am not as strong as I was a month ago.

It is literally Christmas morning and my mother is forcing me to train!

She couldn't have at least waited until tomorrow?!

As soon as I woke up this morning she told me that she is going to start making me train three times a week.

I have no clue how long she is going to make me do this but I hope this is just one of her temporary punishments.

It is thirty degrees outside and I am sweating buckets.

Originally I was wearing a hoodie over my workout gear but now it is on full display due to my increase in body heat.

My workout gear consists of a thick maroon sports bra and a pair of black leggings.

My brunette hair was pulled up in a high ponytail which has since fallen to a lower one, sweat saturating it.

To put it simply, I am a sweat coated mess.

"I'm not going to attempt to hit someone who has the power to ground me" I state with a dry tone of voice

Although the idea of punching my mother seems inviting at this very moment, I am not going to risk the consequences.

The older woman dramatically rolls her eyes at my logic, tightening her low blonde ponytail.

"Fine, I'm giving you a temporary pass," she tells me

I raise an eyebrow with interest.

"You can land as many punches on me that you want, just don't tell your mom" she negotiates

I smirk with amusement at her proposition.

There is no way that I am turning this down.

"Deal" I accept

I fall back into my boxing stance, bringing my gloved hands in front of my lower face.

My mother quickly mimics my stance, silently nodding her head for me to start.

No hesitation.

Just think of all the times she made you mad.

I throw a hooked punch towards her only for her to duck down to dodge it and swing her leg around to kick the backs of my ankles.

Seriously?!

I groan with annoyance as I fall backwards onto the soft, green grass.

Ugh.

I should have seen that one coming.

My mother stands over me with a disappointed facial expression.

"You're rusty" She states monotonously

I glare up at the middle aged woman, her hands resting on her hips as she waits for me to stand up.

"I haven't trained in close to a month," I groan out as I carefully stand up from the grass and find my balance

"What did you expect?" I sarcastically finish

I attempt to brush the grass and dirt off of my leggings only to stop when I realize that I'm just dragging the dirt down said leggings.

Ugh.

I just got these!

"I expected you to keep your guard up at the very least" she states

I roll y eyes at her before resuming my stance.

"Why are you having me train so much anyway?" I decide to ask her

My mother instantly tenses up at this question which causes the air around us to shift.

What is going on?

Did I say the wrong thing?

"Um- physical therapy?" She replies but it presents itself as a question

What?

I furrow my eyebrows at her all the while she mimics my stance again, nodding her head once she is ready.

"The doctor said that I didn't need physical therapy" I state

The two of us begin to circle each other, keeping our guards up.

I am not letting the opportunity of tackling my mother get away from me.

"You can never be too sure" She hesitantly critiques

Okay, what the actual hell?

She isn't even making sense anymore.

"Are you hiding something from me?" I question

I finally jump at her, delivering a forceful jab to her stomach.

I quickly deliver a sharp kick to the back of her knees immediately after when I notice her cower forward in pain.

My mother instantly falls back into the grass with a painful thud.

I cringe at the action.

Ouch.

"You're grounded for a week" she painfully groans out

My jaw drops at this information.

What?!

"No, you said I could punch you!" I frantically defend myself

The blonde haired woman tries to catch her breath as she shifts on the grassy field.

"I said punch, not kick" she replies with a monotone

You have got to be kidding me?

I cross my arms against my chest to express my anger.

"You said that I could use my legs in 'Wilder style boxing'" I continue to argue my point

She turns to face me, carefully sitting up so that she is now sitting in the grass instead of laying in it.

"You can, just not on me" she says

I groan with annoyance.

Ugh.

This is seriously unfair!

What is with parents and complicated rules?!

"I hope you know that I'm telling mom" I state before walking away from her

She is instantly alerted by this.

I walk over to our pile of stuff and grab my towel, taking off my boxing gloves and using said towel to wipe away all of my sweat.

"I'll pay you twenty dollars if you don't tell mom" my mother attempts to negotiate as she walk up to me

I raise a curious eyebrow, turning to face her.

I cannot tell if she is scared of mom or a total sucker for her.

"Come on Wilder, you can do better than that?" I joke with a smirk

My mother glares at me, not finding my joke funny.

I quietly laugh at my joke anyways.

"Forty?" She questions

I remain silent as I squat down and place my gloves in my bag, making sure they are in the correct spot.

I grab my hoodie and my now zipped up boxing bag before standing up to face the woman.

"Make it fifty and we have a deal" I negotiate

She furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Forty" she replies with a hard tone of voice

"Sixty" I negotiate back

"Forty" she says

"Seventy" I continue

She rolls her eyes and walks around me.

She grabs her backpack and opens it, retrieving her cellphone before zipping it up and slipping one of her arms through one of the straps.

The blonde haired woman unlocks said phone and begins to rapidly tap on the screen.

I sigh as I slip my bag over my shoulder and grab my phone from its side pocket.

I press my home button only to sigh when I notice that it is one in the afternoon.

No wonder I am so hungry.

I haven't eaten in five hours!

That is a very long time for me.

"Seventy dollars should be in your bank account by the twenty-seventh" she informs me before turning her cellphone off

I smile at this, feeling my phone vibrate in my hand.

"It was nice doing business with you, mother" I tell her

I blindly answer the phone call before my mother gets the chance to reply to my sarcastic remark.

"Hello?" I answer into the receiver

My mother rolls her eyes at me before making her way towards the car that we rode here in.

"Lunch is almost ready, are you two on your way home?" My mom asks from the other end of the phone

I quietly chuckle as I follow my mother.

"Yeah, we'll be there in fifteen" I promise her

My mom hums at this, almost as if she were distracted.

"Okay, I'll see you soon" she quickly bids and hangs up, not giving me a chance to respond

Um, Okay?

That was very odd of her.

-

"How is your training going?" Lynnex asks me curiously

I stay silent with thought as I release my messy brunette hair from its ponytail holder.

I try not to miss her so much but I have to be honest, it's harder than I originally thought it would be.

The thought of her practically lives in my head considering the fact that it never leaves.

"Horrible," I reply monotonously

My best friend laughs at this answers.

"She grounded me for a week just because I kicked her," I begin to rant

I break eye contact with the focused golden haired girl as I slip the black ponytail holder onto my wrist and walk out of out frame.

Thanks to my current position I can see Lynnex but she cannot see me.

"The woman literally said that I could attack her!" I exclaim

I pull my hoodie over my upper body and throw it across my room into my hamper.

The brown eyed girl furrows her eyebrows as my hoodie flies across the cellphone screen.

I ignore this and remove my leggings, throwing them the same way that I did with my hoodie.

My best friend is silent as she stares at her screen with a slight slacked jaw, confusion written across her face.

I furrow my eyebrows at her.

Why is she so silent right now?

I decide to remain silent and slowly remove my sports bra which causes my breasts to bounce out of the stretchy fabric.

I carefully watch the golden haired girl's facial expression as I throw the piece of clothing in the same direction that I threw the others.

I almost laugh at her reaction to this.

Her eyebrows shoot up with surprise, her eyes widen at this action and her jaw instantly goes slack.

I wish I could take a photo of her facial expression right now and frame it.

Time for the final nail in the coffin.

I hook my thumbs in the sides of my underwear and drag them down my legs, carefully stepping out of them before letting fly across the screen into my laundry hamper.

She slowly closes her mouth, the shocked facial expression remaining on her face.

She seemingly swallows nervously and tucks a strand of her golden hair behind one of her ears.

"I'd let you attack me any day" she whispers under her breath, but I catch it

I laugh at her confession, a smirk making its way onto my face.

I peek my head into the frame, making sure nothing below my shoulders are in said frame.

"What was that?" I tease her

Her eyes widen the slightest bit at this, her cheeks turning pink.

I raise a curious eyebrow at the embarrassed girl.

"Ugh, I hate this!" She exclaims as she falls back onto her bed

I laugh humorously at this.

"Hate what?" I smirk

She sits up so that we are staring into each other's eyes.

"We're hundreds of miles away from each other and you're not making it any easier," she states with a slight hard tone of voice

My smirk instantly falls at her statement.

Oh.

I did not realize that she is struggling as hard as I am to try and focus on other things.

I guess she is just better at hiding her emotions.

She pauses and sighs with a sad facial expression.

"I'm sorry, it's just- I want to kiss you," she says with a softer tone of voice

A small smile breaks out onto my face at her vulnerability.

"To touch you" she adds

I move so that I am squatting in front of my cellphone, careful not to expose anything to her.

Now is seriously not the time to accidentally flash my bare boob to my best friend.

The golden haired girl watches me with curiosity.

"I hope you know that as soon as you walk through those doors I'm jumping on you" I attempt to tell her with the calmest tone of voice

She pauses for a few moments which causes a grin to unwillingly break out across my face again.

The brown eyed girl rolls her eyes at me as she instantly mirrors my grin.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" She teasingly jokes

I smirk and grab my phone, standing up and making my way towards my bathroom.

"A promise" I answer confidently before hanging up, not giving her a chance to reply

I smirk and throw my cellphone on my bed.

Just a week until I am reunited with my golden haired goddess.

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Isabella is going to be the first Wilder who doesn't kiss their significant other, or best friend, on Christmas.

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