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Mine: Chapter 38

Alex's P.O.V

"C'mon, ten more push-ups," I said as Scarlett fell to the floor.

"My arms hurt," she whined.

"Suck it up, cupcake. Now ten more, don't make me make it twenty," I threatened. With a groan and a mumbled "fuck you" she struggles to get those ten more push-ups.

"That's enough for today," I said as I helped her up. "We'll reconvene again tomorrow," I added.

"Ugh, fine," she groaned as she ran up the stairs to her room.

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"Stop whining and keep running," I shouted back at her.

"I was not built for this! I don't see the point to this, anyway. Not like I'm going to be running a marathon anytime soon when you have me locked up in the house," she scoffed as she stopped to take a breather.

"Scar, look at me," I said as I jogged back over to her. "Scar," I warned.

"What, Alex?" she asked. "I'm tired. I woke up at four in the morning for this shit when I could have been sleeping. I have work in an hour and I'm already drained," she added as she sat down on the ground, trying to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry if I'm pushing you too hard. But I need to be prepared and ready if anything were to happen and I couldn't get to you in time," I said and I took her face in my hands.

"Was four in the morning really necessary though? I value my sleep," she asked.

"Yes. C'mon, get up. Hop on my back and I'll take you back," I said as I helped her up.

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"I did it! Holy shit, I did it!" she exclaimed as she jumped up and down.

"Yes, you did. I'm proud of you," I said with a chuckle as I stared at the numerous holes on the target practice paper.

"Does this mean I get a break now?" she asked. "I've been working my ass off for two months now, I'd say I passed your basic training test with flying colors," she added as she admired her work.

"Says the girl who couldn't even run a mile without stopping," I retorted.

"Hey! I got better though, didn't I? I can now do one and a half," she replied victoriously.

"I'd say your training is complete when you beat Federico and myself in hand-to-hand combat," I replied.

"How is that fair?" she exclaimed. "You both are hopped up on steroids or some shit," she added.

"This," I said referring to myself, "is all-natural. I'm proud of you,"

"Thank you," she replied as she hugged me. "So, how do we celebrate? Because I'm starving. All this working out really does a number on you," she added.

"Anything you want, you can have," I replied as we walked back to my house.

"Did you- I vaguely remember- well, it's really fuzzy actually," she started, but couldn't seem to find the right words to pair with what she was trying to say.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Before all this, did you ever make this enormous waffle sandwich?" she asked.

"Trust me, it tastes better than it looks," I say. Taking the place and sitting it down at the table, I sit across from her and watch her devour it as if she's never eaten before.

"Do you want another?" I ask, laughing at how fast she finished it. Sucking the syrup off her thumb, she nods her head and I get to work on the second. God, she looked so innocent sucking on her thumb.