Better Left Unsaid {Jack ~ Matt/Gala}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"I dont need a trainer." Gala claims with a shrug and a smirk, getting ready to head to the Career gym just as always after trapeze training. Weird how the twins used to be inseparable, and now after a couple of hours under the tent they're ready for their space. Which is exactly why Gala never fails to leave at this time. Plus her adrenaline is already going, and Gwen doesn't leave for an hour.

"Then what's the point of going?" Gwen laughs with a roll of her eyes. For the longest time she's been trying to persuade her sister to join with her trainer, or for them both to just quit all together. Anything to possibly get them close again. "I understood when there was more of a chance of us getting reaped, but now it's sort of pointless." She attempts to claim while her hands fly up in the air to gesture just how silly it is. But to Gala, it means more then their circus.

After all that happened, it's her only way of staying connected with her friends. Even if they never go to the gym anymore. Maybe one day they will return, and they'll get see how much of an amazing Career Gala is. Then perhaps everything will go back to the way it was before. Till that point, she refuses to do a thing different. "Maybe to you." She clarifies; heading to that very location seconds later, with only workout clothes equipped.

Immediately those joyful features fade from Gala's expression when she spots someone familiar at the Gym. Of course the sight of him wouldn't cause this, but it's who he's with that does. A younger girl, still a bit older then the Blonde, and obviously not Kyanite. And the thing is, they're training. More then just a smile fades from Gala's lips; The corners of her mouth curve down, and her eyebrows arch inward with frustration and anger. Sure the Jerk is leaving, but she stole her trainer. There's no steps towards Matthew, only to the room with all the punching-bags.

[Jack Lexington]

For a little over an hour I've been going through different unarmed attack and defense techniques with my trainee, who I never wanted. As it's been made clear I'm only welcome to use the gym and equipment for my own purposes if I train one of the younger careers, so here I am.
"It's enough for today." I look down at her because she's now sitting on her butt on the Matt with slightly scrunched up face. Clearly she's had enough for now.
"Hurting?" I wonder whether I've gone too far because I'mabout 40 pounds heavier than she is and d´this is my best discipline. Even with one hand I can beat any girl out there in hand to hand combat....or so I'd like to think.
"Go, take a shower. I'll see you next Monday."

I offer her my left hand to help her up and then turn away to think about which work out I want to do for myself today. On the way to the door I pass the large window of the room with all the heavy bags. That would be tempting. Hammer my fists into the thick, worn leather a few times to get some frustration out and work my own muscles.

Wiggling my fingers underneath the splint and bandage I test whether it feel alright- maybe even good enough to throw a few easy punches but there's still slight pain when I try to twist my wrist. A deep frown graces my face because I want to go back to my normal routines.

That's when my eyes fall upon a blonde girl stepping around one of the bags, armed with big gloves, way too big for her. It's Gala.

Instantly my face lights up at the sight of that little cutie with those big gloves.
So I push the door to the room open and approach her.
"Did those gloves drag you in here?" I smirk at her hoping for a hug or something.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Pure anger rages through the tiny Blonde's veins. How could Matthew possibly get another trainee without even considering Gala first? Betray her in such a harsh way. Unless it's for reasons other then being a trainer, which wouldn't be very nice to Kyanite. The frustrating part being how it makes her heart knot up with an unpleasant ache. Only way she can think of to rid of this horrible feeling is punching it out. Not giving her former trainer another single glance before she's gone. If he doesn't catch a glimpse of her, good.

Finally she catches a break with an empty small room of punching bags. Just the sounds of her footsteps on the glazed floor echos off the walls and mirrors. As always only large gloves hang from the racks, but there's nothing better she can think of doing. And soon enough the noise of her punches carving into the dangling bag also bounce around the room. Releasing just a small bit of her rampage with every hit.

A lot was learned in the short period that Matthew had trained Gala. Mostly all of it was retained. Since then, she's only been observing and teaching herself. There hasn't been a single time here when her mind didn't sadden over not having her instructor. And now...he's training someone else. Her knuckles throb from too hard of a hit due to those thoughts. Of course that doesn't have her pausing for more then a second though. Waving around her fist and nearly shaking the glove off, before going straight back to the bag.

Moments later the door's opening and an unmistakable voice goes through the room. To no surprise Matthew instantly breaks out with a joke, and to no bigger surprise Gala has no interest in it. Not even the tiniest budge of a grin comes across her face. "Better be careful, or they might drag my fist into your face." The little one attempts to be intimidating, though she'd probably have to jump to even get a shot at his head. "What do you want?" She asks with a mumble; purposely trying to stay behind the bag to avoid eye contact, and not halting her punches at all. It'd be funny if the sack hits him. What he did, nothing could of hurt her more.

[Jack Lexington]

Gala doesn't reply with her usual smile and hug. On the contrary, her face turns sour and she doesn't even lookat me. Soon it becomes clear that she's somehow angry at someone, enough to ignore me, not- enough to get nasty. "Better be careful, or they might drag my fist into your face."

For a moment I'm so surprised by the small girls threat that I'm not sure whether to be amused or pissed at her audacity.
"Is that so?" I raise a slightly amused brow because I have no idea what ticket her off, nor do I really care. She might be a hormonalteenage girl. What do I know?

"What do you want?" She asks while she keeps throwing angry punches at the bag. They could hurt someone her size.
"Say hello but if you're too busy throwing pissed baby punches at that bag? I guess I'll leave you to it."
Her attitude is rubbing off on me. Time to make sure she knows not to mess with me. Maybe she's getting a little ahead of herself.

"Do you want to keep glaring at that bag or tell me what's up?" Why do I even ask?

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Is that so?" Matthew questions in response to Gala's warning. To her, she'd love for it to be. Have enough strength to actually be intimidating to her former trainer, make him realize that it was a poor decision to drop her as a trainee. Guess that's why he has some other youngster to put his time into. Her lips stay sealed, with no interest in being straightforward on why she's pissed off. Even more so as she cuts directly to why he's here, as if to push him out faster. A scream and actual violence could spontaneously slip out from the amount of rage she currently holds. Sooner he leaves, the better.

Apparently he simply wanted to say hi. And a few days ago that would of worked perfectly. Hell if she never spotted them it'd all be good. But she did, and now it just feels wrong. That she wants him as a trainer; and if she can't have that, then she doesn't want anything. Not when he's training some other chick. So if her attitude has him retreating, good. Though for some reason she doesn't want to directly tell him to leave, no she'd rather he stayed. She deserves a damn explanation.

With the addition of an insult over her throws, she doesn't protest to him staying. That dirty look only remains as her silence does. Seems like all of those times training, and camping, and just shooting the shit, meant nothing to him. As if he couldn't careless about the small Blonde. Even his voice sounds forced when he asks what's going on, like he had to out of obligation. Should she speak the truth? Or keep with this approach?

For a minute Gala just keeps throwing her punches, then her voice finally breaches out. "Just practicing since my old trainer has a better stupid chick to instruct." She informs harshly as her arms never fail to pause for a second. "Said he was done training, but I guess that makes him a liar like everyone else." Not once does her eyes trail over to him, only staying glued upon her attacks to a lifeless object.

[Jack Lexington]

For a bit she simply ignores me, keeps scowling and throwing ounches but knowing her she will eventually tell me what's bothering her so I wait for a bit. If she takes too long I'll simply leave. Not my job to babysit my former trainee.

As predicted she spits out the truth before I can leave.
"Just practicing since my old trainer has a better stupid chick to instruct."
It takes me a second to put two and two together but then it's more than obvious what's bothering her. She's seen me with my new trainee and is pissed that I'm not training her anymore, so I cokc my head to the side and cross my arms in front of my chest.
But she keeps going with her small pouty face.
"Said he was done training, but I guess that makes him a liar like everyone else."
Did she just call me a liar? I get pissed easily and today is no different, yet I hold back in order to explain myself.
"I WAS done training. Remember? Ileft the center after the pregames."
It's not a pleasant memory but I'm willing to go through it for Gala.
"Things are different now. I had to quit the academy so now I just need a place to train. That girl got dumped on me."
Will it be enough to make her understand?

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Knowing Matthew he's probably just going to walk out. He's made it quite clear that any care he had for the young Blonde is long gone. Don't even want to think of why she's not good enough. One day she'll prove herself, and he won't have the glory of being her trainer. No one will, she likes it that way. But surprisingly he doesn't throw his arms up and exits. An angered excuse comes forth instead.

Not too long ago it seemed to be the opposite. He actually came to visit her at school, and despite the large gaps of not seeing them, it felt like they were longtime friends. That was also the time he declined returning to being a trainer. "You change your mind faster then girls." Gala mumbles, though her words kindly bounce off of the walls. There's still no good explanation to why he got a new midget to train, and things are definitely being taken personal for a change. It's rare to spark anger into her, but Matthew's certainly done it.

"Did you even try to get me as a trainee again?" Gala asks completely straight-forward, after Matthew finishes his continued reasoning. Most likely didn't. Can't even remember telling her about leaving the academy already. Her friendship's just that pointless to him. Can't believe he even bothered stepping in to say hi. "Probably didn't want to. Have fun with the new chick, hope you can stand her more." She brushes off with a tight jaw and harder throws.

[Jack Lexington]

Insteadof showing some understanding Gala decides to dish out a low blow. "You change your mind faster then girls."
She knows how much I despise girls, yet she says I'm worse than one, so my expression quickly changes to sour. "That was a low blow."
I point out.

She questions me with the one thing I really don't have a good answer to. "Did you even try to get me as a trainee again?"
So I fall silent because I really didn't think to ask for her as a trainee back when they told me to train someone in order to be welcome at the career center.
"They asked me on the spot. Can you train her." I try to evade that uncomfortable question.
"It's not like I volunteered."

then she shows a very childish side of herself as she gets unreasonable and pouty like the twelve year old chick she really is.
"Probably didn't want to. Have fun with the new chick, hope you can stand her more."
I throw my hands up in the air in despair.
"You know it's not like that, Gala. We're friends. You know I can stand you. I just didn'z have the option to ask for you." Truth be told, I never even thought that far. Maybe I assumed she'd have someone new by now.
"I had no idea you don't have a trainer."
I guve the bag between us a slight shove with my left because this conversation is really frustrating.
"If you want to behave like a pouty little kid I don't think I'd even consider it!" Here comes the low blow from my side.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Perhaps Gala's only being selfish. Lots of crap could be going on in Matthew's life still, and he simply didn't have the room to think of her when returning. Yet that childish side of her feels she at least deserved that much. Sure he might of only been here to workout himself, and got thrusted into training. But why wouldn't he immediately fall to the Blonde instead of another chick he'll probably hate just as much? She'll never understand; and quite frankly, she doesn't really want to. The only logical explanation, is that she's no longer of importance.

"Or you didn't even think to." Gala protests back after Matthew finishes with his reasoning. If he can stand her so much, he would of at least tried. But now he's throwing in another counterattack, only making it more obvious that she just never crossed his mind in the first place. As if she wouldn't drop any trainer for her former one, just as she did with Gwen's female dog of an instructor. "Well now you know." She mutters even though she never did say she lacks a trainer. She doesn't have one, but that's beyond the point.

The punching bag comes flying towards her because of a hit from Matthew. Of course she throws one back as hard as she can, only hurting her knuckles while the bag doesn't budge from the harder impact. She doesn't wave around her first for a second though, determined to appear as strong as possible. The punches keep coming as she listens to Matthew's harsh words. Guess it's a privilege to be trained by him now.

"When did I say I want a trainer?" She spits back as her eyes finally flicker over to him for a change. This entire time they've managed to glare anywhere but him, for all she knows it's only his voice in here...well except for the large movement from the bag, though that could of come from anyone. Definitely him though, knowing exactly what to say to get under her skin. "I don't need one." Well that's a lie, or at least her first statement was. She'd give anything to have her trainer back, even after what he's done. That'll be the day when she says something straightforward, with no sarcasm attached. Going back to concentrating on the hanging sack in front of her, as if she didn't actually care.

[Jack Lexington]

The bag that swings towards her is pushed back by her towards me but it never makes it even close to me but twirls to the side because she didn't hit it in the middle.
Gala tries to cover it up by hitting the bag further.

Instead of letting her embarass herself some I step forward and grab the bag with both hands so it stops spinning while she's hitting it.
"When did I say I want a trainer?"
"You didn't. Looks like you could use one though. Hit the damn thing in the middle."
I lecture her against her wish.
"I don't need one." She claims with a look that clearly tellsmethe opposite.
"I can see that. If you keep your wrist at that angle you'll break it."What a piece of advice coming from a guy with a sprained wrist. At least I didn't do it myself.

I shake my head at her and give the bag another push just to show her my own frustration before I step away.
"Look, not my fault you can't open your mouth and the chief assigned this chick to me. Cool it, little fire cracker."
Gala know how to push buttons but I don't feel like being manouvered around by yet another woman.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It's pretty much just all lies. Every word denying her need for a trainer, for Matthew to be her trainer, just her stubborn head talking. In all honesty she'd take her former instructor back in a heartbeat, even with the anger streaming through her blood. It's a difficult task to change this one's mind, and she'd probably give anything to go back to the way things used to be. So when he gives a piece of advice on how to properly punch the bag, she takes it as if they weren't arguing and nothing had changed. Happy to have a steady target for once.

Now you want to train me, it's so tempting for the little Blonde to say. But she keeps her lips together as she follows his instructions. If she were to say that, he'd most likely up and leave. Might as well experience what she's been fighting for, even if for only a moment and under these circumstances. "Then we'd be twins again." Gala attempts to joke with a rough voice, unsure if she's still upset or now content. Never will forget the time they both broke the same bone during the pregames, back when she was still his trainee and actually made him proud. Those times are unfortunately gone now apparently.

That helpful grip leaves the bag before it gets thrown her way again. Guess it's Gala's fault that Matthew was assigned a random trainee. "As if I wouldn't of said something if I were there!" She protests with a stern face and freed hands as she gives up on punching the damn thing. "You're the one that completely forgot about me, and just didn't say anything." Finally she says something straightforwardly, taking a break from her sarcasm for a second.

"I didn't get a new trainer because they're all sucky ass holes compared to you. Not that you're not an ass hole, you're just a little less so. Like Gwen's trainer." Gala points out with an unpleasant shiver. Obviously she'd rather train alone then get stuck with someone like her. "I've been doing fine figuring it out by myself." She reassures before turning back to the punching bag.

[Jack Lexington]

Finally she stops her sorry attempts to take her anger out on the heavy bag and claims. "As if I wouldn't of said something if I were there!"
her next words are true and make me feel slightly ashamed because I really should have remembered my friend instead of taking on the next best girl they wanted to throw my way.
"You're the one that completely forgot about me, and just didn't say anything."
"You're right. I didn't. I'm an ass." The word 'sorry' has never come easy to me and it still doesn't.

I still don't know who's training her now so when she states that she didn't get a new trainer I'm a little surprised.
"they're all sucky ass holes compared to you. Not that you're not an ass hole, you're just a little less so. "
"Thanks...I take that as a compliment."
Her reasoning doesn't surprise me though. Which guy here likes training girls? Maybe the older ones where there's a chance to get laid n the process but not a kid like Gala. Most guys want to train boys or they are assholes. It seems to be a common mindset among careers, maybe because we might end up killing each other. It takes a 'special' person for that. Unfortunately I have proven myself worthy.

"I've been doing fine figuring it out by myself." We both know that that's a lie.
I point at the bag and her oversized gloves and smirk. "I can see that."

Then I slowly close the distance between us until I stand almost uncomfortably close to the blonde, who is at least two heads shorter than me.
"What are you getting your knickers in a knot for then." I nudge her in a friendly way and carefully pull the gloves from her hands.
"Want to do something useful? Let's throw some knifes."

Before she can answer I pull her in a probably unwanted hug and then push her a little.
"You'd better bulk up, scrawny little girl. You're supposed to get buff and not skinny."

Then I grab my bag again and walk to the door. "Are you coming?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It's a good thing that Gala decided to break from her punching-bag routine, because what flows from Matthew's lips would of made her fist drop anyways. He admits to being the one that didn't speak up, and even adds in that he's the ass. A smirk spreads across the youngster's face for a mere second, can't give away her satisfaction that easily. But progress is certainly being made, enough so that she delivers some truth as well in return.

Suddenly everything seems to be shifting for the better, and Gala may even be getting her trainer back. Still she tries to hold back her enthusiasm over this, at least until she knows it's for real. Another small grin attempts to spread across her face when Matthew takes being less of an ass hole as a compliment. He was always content with that title, along with hating chicks. "Good." The tiny Blonde claims as she allows a minor coy smirk to maneuver upon her cheeks. If he can accept that, perhaps he'll take her as his trainee again next. Can only hope.

Best strategy is to prove how well she's doing, how she doesn't even really need one. Sure it's ultimately a lie, but it's partially true. She's been doing decently on her own. So when Matthew abruptly closes the distances, she only flinches slightly before standing her ground; can never be too cautious after having Jins as her trainer for a short period. Her vision darts up as Matthew's obviously much taller, and all budging movements have vanished. Maybe a test? To see if she's worthy or just a waste of time. Though he only questions why she has her knickers in a knot, before wondering if they should do something more useful.

Throwing knifes? Like the old days. Of course she can never reject that, especially when her aiming skills have improved tremendously. A hug engulfs her before she has a chance to answer, and preventing a large smile is now impossible. Immediately her arms attempt to wrap around him as well, while her cheeks ache from her happiness.

A gentle shove pushes her away and only evokes the friendship they used to have, the one they may be regaining. He comments over the fact her size hasn't changed at all, but nothing can extract her joy. "Okay, I could use a few pointers from a trainer." Gala admits as that smirk stays glued to her round face, the only chubby part of her body. Her legs sprint to the door once he questions if she was joining, extremely excited for whatever the future now holds.

"I've gotten better at throwing. Can actually hit the target now." Gala comments as she follows him down the hall. 'Course she's not going to mention who happened to teach her, but hopefully that doesn't matter; proving herself is the only thing that does.

[Jack Lexington]

Gala comes around from her poutiness quite quickly and follows me out the door as if she was a little excited dog.
Something she said rings in my head while I make my way through the door and back into the main gym though. "Okay, I could use a few pointers from a trainer."
"I hope she doesn't think this is a permanent thing. For now I don't really want to train anybody but myself. But how do I break it to her once it comes down to it. I need to be gentle. After all Gala is my friend. Funny how many female friends I have collected lately.

"I've gotten better at throwing. Can actually hit the target now."
That provokes a smile from me because I remember vividly when Kyanites knife bore into my behind.
"Good. I don't want any more holes in my butt."

Together we move over to the targets where a group of guys are practising at the moment so we wait and watch for a while.
Under my breath I comment on a few things they're doing when one of the guys turns towards us.
"You got any more comments?"

I look up at him straightening my back.
"Nope. You?"

he points the knife at me but I'm not intimidated.
"I was just giving my friend some pointers what not to do." There's a smile playing on my lips. For some reason I love giving people shit.
"Bet she can throw better than you."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

There's no telling what all of this means. Perhaps Gala has her trainer back? Or this is a one time deal, and Matthew's only being nice in order to drop the argument. A test to see which trainee he prefers? There's endless possibilities that Gala could create in her head, but for now she decides to enjoy the moment. If this is the last time she'll have her real trainer back, she's determined to get as much as she can out of it. Even if it is just shit and giggles.

A baffled look comes upon her young features, when has she ever hit Matthew in the ass with a knife? Then she remembers him briefly telling her about his first encounter with Kyanite. What a romantic story, and now look at where they all are. She rolls her eyes as a chuckle escapes her lips. That is exactly the friends she's attempting to get back. "Oh fine, I won't aim at you." Gala jokes with a wide grin, entering the large room after Matthew.

Instantly the group of guys practicing gives her a bad feeling. With that first meeting with Kyanite & that pack of careers, it's difficult to act confident during similar incidents. Sure she's grown a lot stronger after the pregames and all, but having Jins as her trainer also damaged that. Performing her best attacks during that horrible event, yet was still badly sliced and thrown in the pool for dead. There's no certainty that she can ever successfully fight someone, hence why she continuously trains. But Matthew's by her side, which is exactly why she stands tall anyways.

The comments from Matthew, over what faults they have, has Gala relaxing and grinning again. Obviously these guys wouldn't mess with a trainer that knows a lot more then them...or they're even more likely to because of the shit talking. Her eyes dart over to the one talking, recognizing the red hair that had ran away during that battle a year ago. Leaving all of his friends to feel the raft of the two Blondes & Kyanite. No wonder he's surrounded by different careers, yet still smack talking just the same. Please don't allow a recreation of last year to occur.

Surprisingly there's only a little antagonizing from Matthew, maybe he's not interest in starting anything today. If only, because once a knife is pointed at him, he completely shifts. Straightforwardly declaring that he had been pointing out what not to do, and that even his young friend could throw better then them. Automatically Gala's face becomes pale as her eyes widen with disbelief. She can aim decently, not perfectly. But the careers are clearly enticed by this challenge, smirking and chanting for this bet.

"Really?" The red head questions, with an interested look. "You think a twelve year old can throw a knife better then me?" He laughs, stepping closer to Matthew since he's the one to intimidate. To them, a little girl is only a snack to finish off after a real career fight. Though a knife throwing game may be a fun way to start things off. "So what does the winner get?" He asks with a tilted head and a smile from ear-to-ear.