Don't call me Angel- Completed

Three

God it felt back to be back in the gym. I'd been working out whilst I was away but being back in here with people who knew how to push my limits was just what I needed. I'd gone too easy on myself whilst I was away. 

No one tried to talk to me here either. No one trying to hit on me with the 'need help there baby girl'. Gross. I'd always flutter my lashes and ask them how much they can do after that. Get them to show me, then add a tonne more weight and lift it easy. They'd look at me like I was crazy. Get really worried I was going to pull something and hurt myself. Then I'd stare them in the eyes and tell them to back the fuck up before I snapped their neck. 

That usually worked. 

But here it was different. I could just block it all out. No one telling me to be careful. No one dared. I knew my limits. I knew when I was pushing it too hard, going too far. And I'd stop if I needed to. 

Like right now. 

I put my arms down, staring at the punch bag as it swung and I took deep breathes. The sweat dripping down my forehead, telling me I was pushing my body like I wanted to. 

A hand reached my shoulder and I instantly spun around. I knew this music was too loud. I quickly pulled an earphone out, looking up at Arlo. 

"Didn't mean to scare you. I did say your name like 3 times." I crossed my arms, tilting my head at him. 

"What's up?" 

"Train with me." 

"No." 

"Is that the only word you know how to say? Did you hit your head whilst you were away and forget everything else?" 

"I know other words I just don't want to use them." 

"Why not?" 

"I just don't Arlo." I turned back to the bag, moving to put my earphone back in but he knocked it out of my hand, sending it flying across the room. I turned, raising my eyebrows at him before moving to look for it.

"What is up with you?" 

"What do you mean what's up with me? You're the one who's just thrown my earphone across the room you twat." 

"Yeah because you're ignoring me again like you did last night. Why won't you talk to me?" 

"Nothing to talk about." 

"Bullshit. You were gone a full month, for work, and you have not a single story to tell me?" 

"Nope." Found it. I bent down to pick it up from under the bench.

"You definitely hit you're head." His foot was on it before I could even get down there. "Talk." 

"Nothing to -" 

"If you say nothing to talk about I swear to god." I watched as he bent down and picked it up, putting it in the pocket of his track suit bottoms. "What the fuck has happened that's so bad you can't talk to me anymore? You tell me everything." 

"Told you everything. Past tense." I'll do without the music. I wasn't fighting with him over the earphone. I'll get some more. 

"Why's it past tense?" 

"Just is." I shrugged, walking away from him. 

"You're walking away again." He hated me walking away. Always has. I ignored him. He hated that too. "Maddy. I know what you're doing." 

"I'm not doing anything." 

"You're pushing me out. I've watched you do it to your exes and that's not fair."