The Girls: Children of Troy and the Sons of the Bear

by Chelis


Day in the Life II

There are two things I always feel when I get up in the morning: The sound and the coolness of our air conditioner filling the room, and it felt like waking up in the arctic or something. I could complain about it, but I was still warm, because of her.

Jenna was on top of me, a small pillow supporting her head and our heavier blanket going down to her neck. I looked at the alarm and it read four o’clock in the morning. As much as I would of wanted to be like that with the woman I loved, I had a busy schedule to run and no time to fuck around.

I tried to get up, but Jenna still had that death grip. She pinned me down as I tried to get her off me.

"Nooo," she cried groggily.

Preciosa.

Eventually, I succeeded, which made her cuddle a long pillow in my place. Before I got off the bed, I gave her a morning kiss on her forehead and went about my morning.

After my shower and quick bagel, I was off to my morning training.

All I had was my hoodie, shorts, and a destination. I left the safety of the University Village and into South Central within the span of a block or two. Even during the day the run was dangerous, but after sunset was another, even more dangerous story. Gang members, the homeless, prostitutes all called the sidewalks theirs, and although with all that they tended to stay out of my way. It wasn't because of a reputation I didn't have or have family here, but the words on my chest: "USC Boxing Club".

Basically, they left the college folks alone, because having extra police on 'their turf' due to attacks on students would be bad for their business, but it did happen enough times that people always watched where they were going at night. It was a courtesy I enjoyed because I had no intention of dying in that ghetto ass city.

But, like every day before that one, I made it to the gym, which was an abandoned mechanic's shop turned into a boxing gym. When I arrived, the gym was already packed with people trying to get their work in before their day started. I was among them, improving my movements, my jabs, every day I strived to get better. When I was in high school, my biggest aspiration was state champion, which I won.

But now, my aspirations were higher.

"Look, Josh: you got a week before the invitational. You sure you are ready?" My coach asked in his heavy Spanish accent.

"Yes, coach. I got this,"

"Alright. Just remember mijo: with the national championship, then I will let you try for US Olympic team, I know a guy who can train you for that!"

***

Like Josh, I usually have a morning routine.

It involves waking up with Josh trying to get off of me, Which I always try to keep him in bed. That man is so warm! I would usually moan in my half asleep state to have him stay in bed with me, to enjoy each other before we had to spend our mornings apart. He always won out, though, because he was fully awake.

I would be half awake when he entered the shower, and I would be fully awake when he left. I would get up, do my thing, and head out for another day. While Josh was in his morning training, I was already getting ready for my pre-dawn class. I worked my schedule around so Josh and I can spend time together, it worked, and yes I'm that kind of girl.

Try falling in love and tell me you won't, fucking nerds.

Anyway, As I made my way for the class, I always saw my brother and Nas on their way to their morning practice. I'm usually too tired to say hi, and my brother was usually too tired to say high back. He always slouched like a neanderthal every morning, and Nassir was always so fucking up and smiling in the morning, always made me want to punch his teeth in for being so happy.

I took my class, chemistry or some shit, and with everyone else we endured in trying to stay awake until class was over, which when we left the building we were greeted to the sunlight and a new, usually hazy, day in the City of the Angels. Even then, my morning was still not complete. There was still time to study, and my morning coffee and apple to stave off my appetite.

It was around nine-thirty when I went back to the apartment for my favorite time of the day. I heard the shower in the bathroom when I walked in and tossed my bag on top of our couch. I began to strip my clothes off as soon as I went into our room. somehow, we both loved… Well getting it on in the shower, so which was why I worked the schedule out so well. So, I would be done with my morning when he was done with his and had to clean up after a long and sweaty workout. I had everything mapped out, and it rarely failed.

I began to think if this was going to my life for the next four years: Sleeping, Studying, Shower sex with my boyfriend. It was great, don't get me wrong. But, It would have been fun to have an adventure again with the girls. Sure, nearly got us all arrested/killed multiple times, but where's the fun when there's no danger? It would be a long few months until they returned here for another summer of fun and adventure. Until then, I had to make do with what I had here, and I really do like what I have to make do with.

Either way, this life was a good one, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. As they always said: study hard now and the fun will happen when you are done. I guess they were right, but for now; I had a shower to interrupt and a man to screw.