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28: Insomniac

GUYS IM FREAKING OUT... nearly every single story with 100 chapters goes for like 14hrs, and Wattpad says mine goes for 10hrs with only 30 chapters and I'm nowhere near done 😦

If you're wondering why I'm posting so many chapters atm, it's because it's been 6 months since I started writing this book (ALREADY I KNOW 😨) and I've only published 27 actual chapters (not counting the character chapters) so I'm getting a move on!

Also, does anybody else get no motivation and then get loads of it? No? Just me?

Well, I'll stop yapping and let you guys start reading, enjoy!

song: 'Obsessive' by Chase Atlantic

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The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the sounds of punches hitting bags echoing around the room, along with the grunts and heavy breaths of the people who were sparring in the rings.

I had fought a few people in the past hour or so, and despite being the smallest, I had still beaten them all, escaping with only a couple scrapes and bruises.

After my fourth spar, I had become tired and sloppy, just narrowly avoiding getting knocked onto my ass by the fourth guy. So, I switched to the training room, and began to punch the living shit out of the bags.

With sweat dripped down my face, mixing with the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I take a quick break and glance at the clock perched on the wall; 5:25AM.

I should probably go home.

After standing and choosing between going home in the dark on the bike or staying until later and catching a cab, I decide upon the first, not wanting to face the Dad's wrath after he wakes up and sees I had snuck out.

So, I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve and make my way back to the lobby, with the surprising occasional goodbyes from others as we walk past each other, either giving congratulations or just saying hi.

I push open the doors and walk to the front desk, where Sophie was still sat, head rested against her hand and looking like she was about to fall asleep any second.

I walk up to her, and lightly tap her shoulder. She jumps up, and sighs loudly as she smiles. "Hi Angelina, good session?" She asks, and I reply with a smile as I nod.

"Sophie, I think it's best if you go home early and call someone in. You look tired." She glances at the clock, and shakes her head. "There's no point, there's only," She yawns, "—30 minutes left."

"Trust me, 30 minutes is better than nothing. If you need I can cover for you for the next half an hour, I don't mind. I've got nowhere to be, anyway."

She shakes her head. "I won't make you stay any longer. I know for a fact that Elle is currently awake, because she's been sending me cat memes for the past hour, so I'll ask if she can cover me. She's on the next shift, anyway."

I smile. "That's a good idea. I'll wait with you."

As we wait, she gives me a short run-down of what happened while I was away, and believe me, I had missed a lot.

One of the employees had been fired for stealing money from the cash register, a large fight broke out between six fighters and five ended up in hospital, and the microwave had blown up because someone had put in popcorn in a metal bowl.

(A/N if metal is put inside a microwave, it WILL blow up, I have first hand experience)

After only five minutes of waiting, Elle walks through the doors with two cups of what I assumed to be coffee in her hand.