My defiant love

Chapter 9

Quinn POV:

Great workout today, not a leg-shaking and breathing-like-you-just-ran-the-whole-length-of-france workout, but good enough that I can feel the sweat on my skin and some of my muscles sore.

Right now I'm walking through the gym, different workout machines on each side, some with people on it.

I wouldn't say I'm a gym freak and keep track of all my meals, but I workout 2-3 times a week and take care of what I eat, not because I wanna look like a body builder but to stay active and healthy so I don't end up with bad bones or something when I get old, and if I grow a booty in the meantime that won't hurt anybody.

I'm not a gym freak but I do think about- hold up, halt, I turn around to the trademark on my left side, "Mel?". She looks up for a quick smile but keeps going.

"What the hell you doing here?" She doesn't stop it but slows it down to a calm walk, "I'm working out dummy" she says the last in a 'duh' tone.

I look around and readjust my stand, "yeah, but why?". "I have to. I need to. I look nothing like those gorgeous influences or top models that Alex follows on instagram, and I'm getting stomach rolls".

This time I have to rub my face to not slap my forehead because of this stupidity. "Mel, I was with you the day you asked Alex to install instagram and follow these people, second, have Alex ever said he didn't love your body rolls?" She did also say to install it so he could follow her and comment on all her pictures like a loving boyfriend.

Now she stops it and looks at me "no". "Mel honey, Alex loves you and adores you and your body, you may have a little body rools and fat some places but you got curves at the right places, Alex love you, for frick sake he downloaded instagram because of you. So please, you don't need to change".

"Thanks queen, your the best at giving speeches", for a minute she just looked around "then I don't need this anymore" and hoped down from the treadmill.

I started to turn around because I was ready to get home and out of this sweat. "But you look like a frickin' super model, I wanna be like you".

I halted and turned around, "looking like this takes very long time, I started at the gym before you and Alex even met". "Please Quinn" she gave me the puppy dog eyes.

I can't believe her, guess I'm gonna be here for another hour or two. "Ok" I walked back to her, "so what you looking to gain?".

"Thank you Quinn" she hugged me while I stood with my arms crossed. "Whatever, you never been to the gym before so we'll start easy, get back on the treadmill".

"Yes ma'am" she made a mock salute, "I want a big booty like you". "You have a booty", "not like you" and smack my butt as we walked. " pervert, I'm telling Alex" she stuck her tongue out at me.

"I think you can work a little on arms and legs too" she turned the machine up to a walk.

"Are you implying something?", "nope". For the next hour we went over some simple exercises like the treadmill, squats, lunges, etc. and spent 20 minutes making out a plan for her workout.

"Ok, I think that's it, see you on Monday gym partner" I waved goodbye and headed out after I grabbed my things from my locker.

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Dammit, is it really true? Apparently it is, yep, I have only one pair of sweatpants. I had more but I spilled on those so I threw them out, then I forgot the other ones in a bag on a train a long time ago and never saw them again.

I don't know about the last maybe Emory stole them?

I leave the big pile of clothes I threw on the floor and walk to Emory's door. I knock and wait, there's some soft music in the background so low that I can't get the words, a minute and she opens and stands with her arms crossed.

"Did you steal my sweatpants?". "As if I would steal your pants, your clothes is not exactly my style" she grabs the door handle about to close it, "and BTW, I would never take it because it has the word 'sweat' in front of 'pants'" and closes it.

AKA the slut style fire huffs

Fire!

Am I wrong?

Not really. I check the clock, 13:54, the stores are still open. I put on my jacket and get my purse ready to leave. I don't have as much clothes as Mel but I love my comfy clothes.

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After 3 hours and a lunch Im done, i buy some sweatpants, a top and a hoodie.

I open the fridge and grab some leftovers from the lasagne mom made yesterday, and sit down right as Emory comes in wearing my white sweatpants with pink and blue tie-dye pattern.

I knew it. I growl at her, "mom, Quinn is growling at me".

A minute later mom comes in and searches the fridge, "stop growling at your sister Quinn, it's immature" I roll my eyes and keep eating.

When I'm done I throw the plate in the sink and leave, I just wanna take a long nice relaxing warm bath.

After 20 minutes I walk out of the bathroom in my dark purple/pink silk robe, and walk over to my closet.

I spent 5 minutes choosing my pajamas and putting them on, nothing feels better than a bath and fresh pajamas.

While walking to my bed with my computer, because I wanted to watch The circle on Netflix, I spot something on my desk. I put my computer down and walk over, a rose with a letter just like the usual, but there was a package under it, well not a package but it was wrapped.

I wonder what it is, it's a square, you think it's a necklace? Fire said excitedly. I can just see her wagging her tail in delight.

I leaned over to look, well it says 'book' so I think it's a very wooden necklace.

I open the letter first.

I was on a little trip for a couple days and I couldn't stop thinking, my mind raced all time and I barely got any sleep at night, maybe a couple hours at most. I couldn't figure out what it was that kept my mind so alive all the time and it annoyed me a lot that I couldn't figure it out. On my last day I went for a walk to try and calm my mind, I was walking down the street when I came across an old bookstore, it was like all the madness in my mind stopped when I stepped inside that door. That's why my mind buzzed so much and was so active all day and night, it's you. Long story short I found this book and it made me think of you, of us.
- with love, your mysterious mate

So he has been thinking about me just like I have been thinking about him, glad to know I'm haunting his mind.

Now I'm kinda intrigued. I rip the wrapping open and hold the book up. The ritual by Shantel Tessier.

I jump up on down with the biggest smile on my face. I've wanted this one for so long.

My heart, it's warming and aching, that's so sweet, my mate is such a cheeseball. I love it. I love him even more because a book made him think about me. After putting the rose in the vase with the others I feel asleep with a smile on my lips.