"Jace, I swear to God if we crash and I die, I will haunt your ass forever!" I yelled as he pressed down on the accelerator zooming pass the greenery.

Jace glanced over towards me and let out a deep chuckle. I'm sure I was a sight to see, eyes wide and holding onto the door for dear life. You would be too if you had an asshole driving ninety on a thirty miles per hours road.

"Actually having a pretty girl follow me around for the rest of my life doesn't sound half bad." He said sending a wink my way. I rolled my eyes from his comment and just as he turned a corner a yelp left my mouth.

Did he just drift around that corner?

Jace finally showed some mercy and slowed down allowing my racing heart to do the same. "Asshole." I muttered.

"Wanna say that again?" A mischievous smile playing in his lips.

"You are an asshole." I said slow enough for him to follow.

Jace faked a gasp, a hand placed dramatically on his chest as he looked over to me with wide eyes. "I am not." He said sounding offended.

I rolled my eyes once more. I wonder who is the girl in this relationship. "Please, you're the biggest asshole I know."

"I take it that you don't know a lot of people." He asked as his eyes were back on the road.

"See, that's something only an asshole would say." I pointed out.

A devious smirk landed on his lips. "And this is something only an asshole would do." His foot slammed down on the accelerator once more sending the car flying down the road.

"I freaking hate you." I spat towards Jace once he parked the car. I swear my heart was about to burst out of my chest and land as a bloody mess in his spotless car.

He not only decided to test out the speed of his car by literally flying down the street, but he also whipped around the corners so hard giving me major whiplash. Now, I can't turn my neck to the left.

Jace cut the engine and turn towards me. "It wasn't that bad." He said simply.

What?

What?

WHAT?

"What the hell do you mean 'it wasn't that bad'?!" I basically yelled, mimicking his voice. "My head almost came off my shoulders from all the whiplash you gave me!"

"Oh come on. Don't tell me you didn't have fun." He said resting his arm on the console, his hazel eyes held playfulness.

Okay, I did.

But don't tell him that.

I glared at him as I hold the side of my neck that ached. I swear he was worst then Kayla. Wait, scratch that. Jace just did that to get a reaction out of me. Kayla is just a bad driver as it is. Wait, don't tell her I said that, I actually need the ride.

"Next time you want to go on a joy ride, make sure I'm not in the car." Jace just smiled smugly.

"Turn around." He said pointing towards the passenger door.

"What, why?" I asked.

"Just do it." I arched a brow.

"I don't want too," I told him stubbornly.

A sigh left his lips. "Do you always have to be so difficult?"

I thought about his statement for a moment. "Yes."

Jace rolled his eyes and turn my shoulders causing me to face the door.

I felt his hand brush my hair to the side exposing my neck. "You're not gonna chop my hair off or stick gum in it, right?" I asked stupidly.

A deep chuckle left his lips and I felt my cheeks warm up in embarrassment. "We're not in kindergarten, Sweetheart."

Before I could respond, I felt his fingers pressed gently against the crook of my neck. A rush of shivers flooded my body from his sudden contact. His fingers worked their way down and back up massaging the tension out of my neck.

A sigh of pleasure left my lips and once again my cheeks flooded with embarrassment. I mentally cursed for allowing myself for doing that.

Jace pulled his hand away and it was soon replaced with the warmth of his breath. "I can show you exactly what my hands can do." He whispered huskily into my ear.

My whole body was on fire from his words, my heart picked up its pace for the fourth time of the day.

Keep calm, Leah.

This is exactly the reaction he wants.

Don't give the asshole what he wants.

"I rather kick you in the balls." I manage to say.

Jace pulled away allowing me to turn around to face him. He held a sexy smirk on his lips.

Sexy?

Get a grip, Leah.

"Kinky, I like it." He said sending a sly wink to which I gave him a look of disgust. I'm sure my cheeks were still red from what just happened to counteract exactly what I was feeling.

I didn't like the effect Jace had on me.

Not one bit.

He will totally use this to his advantage now.

"Where are we?" I asked changing the subject.

"We are about to something fun for once in your life." He teased.

"Hey! I have fun." I defended crossing my arms against my chest.

Jace quirked a brow. "Name one thing you do that is fun."

I opened my mouth like I was about to say something and closed it. I did that once more and nothing came out. I drew a blank.

Do I really not do anything fun!?

"Exactly." Jace slipped out the car and I followed soon after.

We stood in front of a dark grey concrete building with a bright red neon sign glowing at the top. "Boxing?" I questioned as I glance toward him and I almost doubled over.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders relax slightly from their usual stiff posture. His eyes gleamed with excitement, a pure genuine smile graced his lips as he looks up to the building.

He looked like a little kid that landed himself the biggest candy bar ever. Candy sounds so good right now, I would rather be stuffing my face with Sour Patch Kids instead of standing in front of a gym.

"Let's go." He said heading into the building without another glance my way.

Curiously, I followed him into the building. Kids this is a big no-no, never follow strangers. I really should be taking my own advice.

As soon as we entered the building the smell of sweat wafted my senses. In the middle of the room stood a huge ring, in the ring had to two men practicing. One throwing punches as the other one dodges, sweat dripping off the both of them.

There were a few other guys scattered around the gym. Some doing warming up exercises and others practicing throwing punches towards one another.

Jace leads us up to a large black punching bag. He turned around to face me with a huge grin on his face as he held onto the bag.

"So, this is fun for you? Fists and sweaty men?" I asked looking around the area. "And you talk about me."

Even with my remark, Jace just held the grin on his face. "Just punch the bag."

I shrugged my shoulders and threw a punch directly in the center of the bag. I mean why not? Immediately after I felt pain radiated up my arm causing my face to grimace.

"Shit." I muttered holding my hand in pain. I heard Jace let out a laugh at my misery. "First, you want to chop off fingers and now you want to break my wrist?" I spit out.

Jace just shook his head and walked over to the gray bench and sat down. "Come."

I sent him a glare but complied. Why am I constantly listening to him? I should have just sprinted out of here when I had the chance.

Once seated, Jace took my hand in his and started to wrap it in a white wrap. Something I've seen boxers in movies use.

"Boxing is a stress reliever." He started causing me to look up at him. His eyes focused on wrapping my hand. I couldn't help myself from admiring his features. His dark hair fell over his eyes slightly. His dark lashes brushed against his cheeks softly, I noticed his jaw was finally unclenched from their usual position. Jace's face held a relaxed expression, he seemed at home in this place. "It's something that helps get my mind off what may be going on in my life. It gives me a reason to keep fighting, even when I feel like I have hit rock-bottom."

Jace brought his eyes up to meet my own and I internally gasped from the number of emotions that were swirling through his eyes. Anger, hatred, sadness? He quickly looked away as he finished wrapping my hands and stood up as if he didn't want me to see his vulnerable state.

He turned back around as quickly as he stood up. His eyes void of any emotion from before. "Let's actually teach you something other than Netflix." He said his lips pulling into a smirk. I found myself missing his genuine smile.

I shook my head and stood up from my seat. "Let's do this. So one day, I'll be able to kick your ass."

A deep chuckle left his lips as he stood behind the punching bag with that smirk still on his lips. "Let's see what you got."