Trust Me, It's Just a Workout... (Luna x Bailey)

[Bailey]

Coach Wade Bailey had been working at Richmont High for over 11 years, ever since he'd graduated at 18, and he'd been a coach here for every one of those years. Sure, what he coached had changed over the years, but the job itself remained mostly the same. Now he coached or assisted in just about every sport the school had and had made quite a name for himself now that Richmont was one of the top athletic schools in the nation. Football, Basketball, Soccer, hell, even Tennis. You name it, he coached it. But his best team was Boxing. He'd held the national record for 4 years now and this year was looking like his best ever. And in all of those years of coaching and winning there was one thing he had never seen... A girl on his boxing team.
She was damned if she thought he was going to let her pull his winning streak out of his hands. He wasn't about to let a girl ruin his record. He cursed as he held up the clipboard and looked at the name written there for the thousandeth time. He actually growled. Damn him. It was just like that stuck-up, little freak to pull something like this. Who else would do something as stupid as putting there daughter on his time? Coach Bailey cursed again as his dark-blue eyes glowered at the name on his clipboard, dark-blue eyes that her part of a rather handsome body. Due to the early age at which he had started work, Wade Bailey was fairly young for a teacher, only 29, with the well-toned, musclular body attributed to any good coach. His eyes were unnaturally blue, his hair black and kept slightly longer than the traditional trainer, and he had well-trimmed goatee of a similiar shade. In fact, the only flaw in Wade Bailey's appearance was a streak of premature white that extended from the middle of his forehead, which he tried to keep back but often, as now, he fell in front of his eyes.
Brushing the unusually colored strand of hair from his eyes, Bailey threw the clipboard on to his desk and marched out of his office, realizing that sitting around, brooding all day wasn't going to help anyone. Deciding to set to work, he called his boys to the ring, noting that he girl was no where in sight, and began pairing them off for warm-up rounds.

 

[Luna]

It was her first day and she was already running late.

Its not like she meant to, but she had difficulty with her gym locker and the combination. It was a bad way to start out the school year, but that was just how it was going to be. Despite this logic, however, Lucia was afraid of proceeding through the doors to the gym. It was seventh period, a period that was optional among the students who went to Richmont High. Normally, she would have objected to such a rediculous thing, but since she got to drop Womans Self Defense Class for Web Design..well, she didn't exactly mind it. The point was, not many people stayed after school for seventh period. And looking into the windows on the doors, she could see that everyone was male in there. She was the only female.

It wasn't embarrassing. She looked good for a sixteen year old sophomore. She stood roughly at five foot seven inches, had long, reddish brown hair that was tied back into a low pony tail, hazel eyes, but most importantly, a nice rack. Her ass was pretty good too, but her best feature was her breasts. They were double Ds something unusual for someone that was slim and tall. Okay, so maybe this all came out of her ex boyfriends mouth, but in a males world, this was what made her attractive. She hated the way guys looked at her. And they'd be staring. She slowly made her way through the double doors, walking towards the coach. She was glad that her uniform were too big, because it hid most of her curves. When she approached him, she smiled. "Lucia Blackwood. Sorry that I was late."