Boot Camp

27: Old Version

"Hi." A voice sounds from next to me, and I snap out of my mind drift, looking over to the side.

"Oh hey, Willow," I reply, scooting over so she can have more room. Martina doesn't even look up from her phone, her fingers tapping against the screen repeatedly.

"You must have been totally out of it," Willow says. "I said hi three times."

"Oh sorry," I answer, resting my elbows on the table. "I was caught up thinking."

"Whitney's always thinking," Martina says from behind her phone. "I swear sometimes I wonder what it is that she thinks about. Who knows what might be going on in that head of hers. I mean she very well could be thinking about fuc—

"Martina," I snap. "I'm not perverted, so please shut up, thanks."

Willow laughs from beside me, her hand covering her mouth. She looks over at Martina who is once again staring at her phone.

"What exactly are you doing?" Willow asks her, opening her bottle of juice and taking a drink. I stare down at my untouched breakfast.

"Trying to beat this level of Candy Crush," Martina replies, aggravated as she seems to fail again.

"Want some help?" Willow offers, and Martina freely hands her her phone, seeming to give up on playing.

Over the past few days, my relationship with Willow has drastically changed. While it's hard to sometimes not look at her as the awful girl I knew for years, I think I've begun to accept how she's changed for the better and am appreciating it. She, Martina, and I bond so easily when we're together that I wish we had been closer before.

I've almost seemed to have forgotten Mina back at home. I haven't even spoken to her in weeks, but I don't feel top bad since she's the one who ignored my texts first.

Willow hands the phone back to Martina in seconds, and she takes it back wide-eyed.

"Wait how did you do that?" she asks, looking back between Willow and her phone screen.

Willow shrugs. "Hidden talent?"

"A funny one," I remark, resting a fist under my chin. I push away my bowl of food, not desiring to eat any of it.

"Are you guys ready for the final team challenge test on Friday?" Willow asks us both apprehensively.

"I honestly don't even know," I reply, having forgotten about it. I've been too distracted by my feelings for Axel.

"Seriously you guys shouldn't be the ones worrying here," Martina says, putting down her phone. "You're actually good at this exercise shit."

"And so are you." She scoffs.

"See you later bitches, gotta get to a workout," she says sassily, waving to us from behind as she walks out of the dining hall.

"She's very...blunt," I tell Willow, and she just laughs, chucking her now empty juice bottle into the recycling bin.

"See you, Whitney," she calls, heading out, the door shutting behind her.

***

The day passes by quickly, but by the late evening I'm so tired I feel like curling up in a ball and falling asleep wherever I can.

The workout today was even more intense, consisting of running up hills, sprinting, and doing those dreaded burpees. Axel seemed to have been in full-force trainer mode today, and by the end of the workout, I was less than appreciative of it.