◎ 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩: 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 ◎

Love to Hate and Hate to Love You

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     Today fucking sucked.

     Things kept going wrong, and it didn't help your already sour attitude.

     You were currently clad in a black sports bra and your work pants, beating the everloving shit out of a punching bag in the station gym.

     Your hair was tied into a pony tail, so it was out of your sweaty face. Your knuckles were angrily wrapped, and the light-coloured bandages were stained with dirt and grime around the knuckles from having assaulted the punching bag for what felt like hours.

     You felt a sharp pain shoot up your arm from your wrist, and you clamped your teeth shut and kept on punching, ignoring the pain.

     You wouldn't stop until this worn-down patch you were abusing with your wrapped fists would tear through and the contents of the bag would spill onto the floor.

     Your thoughts started crowding your mind, turning your vision red.

     Why the fuck did this day have to fuck me over like that?

     Punch.

     Why do I have to get so fucking angry all the time?!

     Punch.

     WHY CAN'T I FUCKING CONTROL MYSELF?!

     RIIIP.

     You breathed heavily, your sprained hand inside the bag up to your forearm with sand spilling onto the floor. You growled, anger still not satiated.

     You pulled your arm out of the now useless bag.

     "What's up your ass?" you heard, and your scowl deepened immediately.

     You walked over to one of the other punching bags, one with a large stand filled with sand. You didn't respond to his snide comment, and instead started beating the shit out of the new victim.

     He only stood and watched, saying nothing more, and that boiled your blood even more for some reason.

     Somewhere down the line, you managed to hit the bag hard enough with a loud yell to knock it over, even with the heavy base attached.

     You huffed, your wrist throbbing as you glared at the bag on the floor. You made no move to pick it up, and you turned to glare at the dickbag standing in the doorway.

     His eyebrows were raised, and he seemed impressed that you managed to knock the bag over.

     Aaand he seemed to be checking you out - sports bra, work pants, skin glistening with sweat, muscles prominent. Even the pissed off look on your face seemed to arouse him.

     "The fuck do you want?" you growled, approaching him and unwrapping your knuckles.

     "Just to see where you went," he replied, eyes on your biceps. "You seemed pissed and so I found you beating the fuck out of those bags."

     He chuckled, eyes meeting your irritated ones.

     "One thing's for sure, I wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of your fists. You'd beat the shit out of me for sure."

     You raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Who are you and what have you done with Detective Reed?"

     He barked out a laugh, and you couldn't help but grin as your face involuntarily softened.

     His genuine laughs at the insults you both traded on a day-to-day basis seemed to melt the anger away, no matter how infuriating he could be sometimes. Kind of ironic.

     "Today was a shit day," you muttered, his eyes now on you, "and yet you - no matter how infuriating you can be, at times - you just seem to make everything better."

     He didn't respond, so you continued.

     "You're just the type of guy that you love to hate," you paused, an amused huff escaping your mouth, "and yet I simply just cannot hate you at the same time. It's infuriating."

     You heard him chuckle, and looked up to see him grinning back at you. He leaned forward a bit.

     "And you're the type of girl that you hate to love, but I just can't not love you at the same time."

     You and Gavin studied each other for a moment, before he broke the silence again with a sentence that nearly made you choke.

     "...and you're incredibly hot, so-"

     "REED!"

     "Pfft-"

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