Chapter 9
Phoebe made it look easy. She punched the punching bag so hard that it nearly got hooked off the ceiling it was hanging from. Cody was stumped. He never in a million years thought that Phoebe knew how to punch let alone kick.
The crowd 'ohhed' and 'ahhed' as Phoebe demonstrated. She grunted as her fist made contact with the tough leather. Phoebe pushed a few strands of her hair out of her face and gave a strong blow to the punching bag. Everybody looked on, clearly amazed.
Phoebe had her tank top off and was just wearing her black sports bra. Cody couldn't help but check her out. Phoebe had a fit and slim body.
Carly scoffed.
"Oh, puh-leez!" she shouted loud enough for everybody to hear.
"Anybody can do that! It's not as if it takes a spy or something to punch like that!"
Phoebe stopped punching and looked at Carly with a 'WTF' look on her face.
"Here, I'll show you guys!" Carly yelled as she strutted to the punching bag.
"Carly, I don't-" Cody started to say but was cut short.
"Shut up, Cody! I know what I'm doing!" Carly yelled.
Carly pushed Phoebe aside and yanked a pair of punching gloves out of a box.
"Now, watch and learn...the professional way," Carly said as she extended her arm.
She hit the punching bag and it shook a bit. Carly let out a small shriek.
"Careful, I'm sure you don't want to break a nail," Phoebe teased.
Carly ignored Phoebe's comment and punched the punching bag harder. This time the bag swung forward.
"See? That's how it-"
Carly was cut short as the punching bag swung back and hit her right on her face. She screamed as she stumbled backwards onto the floor and broke the heel of her right shoe.
Everybody looked on, shocked. Most of the people were enjoying this.
"Ugh!" Carly yelled as she patted her hair.
Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle. Carly saw Phoebe laughing and she got pissed. She stood up with her broken heeled shoe and stomped to Phoebe. She pointed her finger to Phoebe's chest.
"You think this is funny, do you?" she asked, coldly.
"Moderately," Phoebe replied as she smirked.
"Well, let me tell you something, bitch! I am Carly Abby Mae! No one humiliates me and gets away with it!"
"Technically speaking, you humiliated yourself. Plus, who wears stilettos at the gym?" Phoebe sounded cool and collected.
"Don't get all technical with me!" Carly shouted and her voice echoed throughout the gym. Every single person was staring at the two girls. Most of the people admired Phoebe for standing up to Carly.
Phoebe just smiled at Carly.
"What's so funny this time?" Carly asked with too much unnecessary attitude.
"Your nose is bleeding," Phoebe replied as she walked towards the bench and grabbed her top.
She was almost at the doors when she stopped and looked back at Carly.
"Oh, and next time, don't do what you can't just 'coz you want to be like me," and with that said, Phoebe pushed the doors open and walked out, leaving everybody dazed. But before she stepped out, she caught a set of gorgeous blue eyes staring at her. Tyson, she thought.
