Only Time Will Tell, Until Then I Might as Well Work Out- Edited

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I walk into the spare room that has the work out equipment and the desk. This going to be workout room for me. I stop when I realize what I've just said. I said me, not us. I look around the room. I like the paint in here. It's such a beautiful aqua. I'm going to need posters. There's a closet, what would I put in there? Perhaps the extra items. I need to move this desk outta here and into the other room. Let's do this.

I lift up the desk, and pull it into the other room. I move the equipment around until I'm satisfied. My 1,000 dollar treadmill is in the corner. My 2,500 dollar stepper is in the opposite corner. I rolled up the Yoga mat put it next to the yoga ball that's between the treadmill and stepper. The dumbbells are lined up across the wall. I nailed the Pull up bar to right above the closet. I look around. Good. Where are those posters? I find them in the other spare room.

I put them up. One has a tree on it and it says "You're life is your message to the world. Make it inspiring." I like that one, I had put it up on my door in college, I seemed to accumulate a bunch of posters during that time, college kids always have posters. Is it a phase or is it that we're too cheap for adult decorations?  Another one has cat hanging off a tree with 1 paw attached that says "Hang in there" and then the last one is one of a flower, just a big flower that the petals are made into a heart. I think I'll finally start working out. I chuckled, looking around the room. You know, I've actually never used any of this equipment, EVER. I got them when I moved into my off campus apartment during college, but I never really used them. I moved them here to this house, and shoved them into this room. The posters were just part of my "college phase". I let my mind wonder back to those days.

"Jaz!" Lila screeched. I spun around, trying to keep my balance on my too-high heels. I giggled loudly, sipping my drink.

"Yes?" I mumbled, looking at her.

"Your boyfriend is looking for you." She says, pointing over to him, where he was sitting on the couch, a few girls and a few of his guy friends surrounding him.

"AHA MR. CHICK MAGNET!" I screamed, stumbling over to him, moving people who were dancing to the music at the party out of my way. Two girls were on each side of him, he didn't look uncomfortable with them there.

"Hey you." He says, pulling me down onto his lap. I 'accidentally' kicked one of the blond bimbos with the spike of my heel, making her scream in pain.

"Bitch." She muttered before walking away.

"That's right, I am a bitch, but I'm not your bitch, and it's Queen Bitch to you!" I hollered after her, I heard her stomp her self away from us, growling. I smiled, the other girl sitting next to him, was rather pretty, and she hadn't paid much attention to what I did to the other girl, so I kissed my boyfriend passionately, tipping my drink all over her skanky fake sparkled dress.

"Oh my god!" She screeched, standing up and wiping away the beer I had dropped on her.

"What?" I said, looking up at her.

"I can't believe you just did that!" She screeched even louder.

"I can't believe you don't have enough self esteem to hit on a single man, he's mine honey." I said, kissing him again. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stomped away.

"Protective much?" He muttered, chuckling.

"What's mine is mine." I purred, tracing my finger across his jawline.

"Damn right it is." He muttered, kissing my neck. I smiled and closed my eyes to the touch of his lips leaving little love bites on my neck-

Brittany walks in. "Much Better. But you haven't even touched you're bagel. Oh shit. Forgot about that. I pick it up, and hand it to her. "I'm not hungry anymore." I walk out of the workout room, and head downstairs. I curl up on the couch, click on Netflix, and play Season 1 of American Horror Story for the millionth time, and fall asleep. The last thing I remember looking at before I fell into a deep sleep was Tate Langdon. 

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