Sugar, Spice, Who Said I was Nice?

Suffer The Pain

"Wake up." Mr. Sexy Jerk commanded.

"What if I don't want to?" I asked, still half asleep.

"You really have no choice. You were supposed to meet me at the Training Center five minutes and thirty seconds ago." He said.

I smirked, figuring that he was frowning at me since I had the covers over my head. He tugged at the blanket, but I clutched it with all my strength.

"Come on, Katerina. Get out of bed." Oh hell no, he did NOT use my first name!!

"When I come to think of it...No."

"You don't want me to do this..." He said.

"Do what?" I asked.

Next thing I know, he stripped my blanket off of me, revealing my Tweety Bird tank top, and black plaid sleeping shorts. It was hot last night in my sweats, so I changed into that.

I yelled out in fear, as I covered myself with my blanket. His eyes were glazing on my legs as if it were the only piece of cake left on Earth. Creepy sexy, jerk-perv.

"Nice pj's. You should wear things like that other than those dull jeans of yours." He quickly recovered.

"Get out and let me change!!" I pointed to the door. He chuckled, and went out to wait for me. I decided it was best if I wore sweats, but then every time I rolled them up, they'd fall. So I stuck to my basketball shorts, and white t-shirt that said, 'You Go Girl. And Don't Come Back.' And a cute little bunny with a smile on its face.

I am a serious huge fan of the Happy Bunny, and its amazing comments. I used them on people that made me pissed at them, and they'd just roll their eyes and walk away. I loved this shirt a lot, but when Mom was gone, on a 'Girl's Week Out', I spent most of my time, hanging out with Jeremy, and Dad was stuck with laundry.

My shirt was originally yellow, but Dad did something wrong, that I did not want to know, to my shirt. And it's white instead of yellow. That is the story, of my favorite t-shirt.

I slipped on my sneakers, and tied my hair up into a ponytail, while brushing my teeth, AT THE SAME TIME. Aren't I amazing, sometimes?

I closed the door behind, to see and impatient Cody. He sighed in frustration, and just started walking.

When we got there, Jonathan was standing there looking annoyed.

"What took you guys so long? Were you swapping spit or something?" He asked, when he saw us.

I looked at Cody in disgust, and hovered my finger above my tongue and pretended to gag. It was all fake though, yeah, Cody was a jerk, but I never said his jerky attitude  changed his face to me. I imagined, kissing Cody's really hot lips- WHAT THE HELL?!! Carter, he's a jerk. You don't want to be mixed up with that, my conscience told me.

I always wondered how my conscience was so much more sweeter, and nicer than me. Jonathan looked at my shirt, and laughed. "Nice shirt."

"Thanks. The message is directed to this little girl." I said, jerking my thumb at Cody, who was rolling his eyes.

'"Little girl?!" He asked, upset that I offended his 'manlyness'

"Well, it's the least I can do, since you decided to wake me up at five in the morning. By the way, not cool. What am I doing here, anyways?" I asked, looking at Jonathan now.

"Training. See that track? Run it. For two whole hours." He said, pointing to the massive track. It was about a football field and a half.

"You want me, to run, that track? For TWO WHOLE HOURS?!" I hollered.

"Yes. Now go. The timer starts as soon you set foot on the track. Run along little girl." He said, happily, while pushing me towards the track.

**

I think I'd rather listen to Jeremy sing for two whole days than run for two whole hours. I wasn't exactly the most athletic person, you could say. I was born with very uncoordinated feet, which I had inherited from my mother. And she was a cheerleader in high school.

I collapsed on the ground, gasping for water. At lest I made it through without throwing up. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn't stand up at all.

"Water...." I croaked.

Cody roller his eyes, and dumped a bottle of water on my head. I was hoping it would end up in my mouth, but no. It just splattered all over my hair, drenching me, and making me look like as if I've been transformed from a mermaid, to a human.

"In my mouth!!" I moaned.

"Oops. There's no more water. I guess I have to go all the way to the other side to get you another bottle of water...." He stretched out his words as if it were the hardest thing to do.

"Come on Cody!! Please!! I'm so thirsty!!" I pleaded.

He sighed, annoyingly, and dropped a bottle of water in front of my face.

"Hurry up, you have an obstacle course to complete in less than a minute." He said in a sing song voice. If he wasn't so hot, I would've pantsed him, and pushed him in the pool.

$$

Have you ever known what it's like, to do something, over, and over again? Well I do. I learnt that today. Apparently, I was too slow on the obstacle course, and the stupid training guy, Bryan made me do it until I got it right. Sadly, I didn't. I was tired, I was hungry, I was ready to break.

He blew his stupid whistle, and shouted, "Again!!" As soon as I finished.

I balled my hands up in fists, and marched over to him. "Again." He ordered.

"No!! I'm hungry, I'm sick of doing the same obstacle course over and over again!! I need some rest. You're making me crazy!! I can't take this anymore!! You can tell Jonathan that I'm sorry, and that I can't take it anymore. Tell him that he can find a better recruit for this special 'case' of yours. I quit!!" I yelled, and walked away, before anything could happen.

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I stormed into my room, (which is no longer mine now) and started packing up my stuff.

"So, that's it. You're just quiting?" He asked.

I sighed, and crossed my arms. "Yeah. I'm quiting. I haven't been able to sit down for a minute, and take a breath. I've been doing the same course for an hour just because I couldn't finish it in time. I feel like I can't remember what water tastes like because I haven't been able to drink a single thing, other than my sweat because I was so busy tiring out my legs."

"Now you know how everyone here feels. We've all suffered a kind of pain. Sit down, I have a story to tell you." Cody said, and sat down on my bed. I sat down next to him, and he ran his hand through his hair.

"It was my very first mission. I was only thirteen, and trained for what was coming for me. Jonathan and two other guys were on the mission with me. We had to take out this guy and his drug-trafficking business somewhere on an island nearby Peru. The other two guys were shot, and died almost instantly. Luckily, me and Jonathan killed the guy, but then when the extraction team was coming for us, someone on the island had killed the radio signal.

Me and Jon were stuck on that island, for three days, taking turns staying up all night as guard while the other slept. It was pretty hard for a thirteen year old, but I sucked it up. I knew that even though I had no clean water, for three whole days, or food, me and Jon would be saved. The third day, we were found.

Look, I know Bryan was hard on you, but he did it because he knows that you can do it. So does Jon. They both know that you can handle it. I just want you to know, what kind of things people go through everyday. I hope you understand that what you went through today, was nothing compared to what I went through." He said, and walked out of my room.

I blinked, looking at the door, and wondering what the hell just happend.

Was he trying to talk me into staying here?

I really don't know what to do...