The Pariah

Chapter 18

Hey, guys. Sorry for being so late on the updating. I'm taking this series slowly. So those of you who want Myrina and Erin to "get together", I understand that. So do I. But A: Let's make this good, huh? Get settled, people, because this story is gonna take it slow. And B: I want this to be realistic so I won't have the two even consider each other yet. They're just comfortable with each other because they both went through similar experiences with their families.

So yeah, I just wanted to say that. That way you don't expect any Erin/Myrina scenes with too much seriousness in romance for a while. But just some flirting between friends.

Chapter Song: Breaking Benjamin - Dance With the Devil

❗❗❗

Workouts and training sessions were gradually becoming less and less painful and hard and made me want to die even less. It was getting easier, surprisingly. Priam was a harsh worker, as I've stated before. She just didn't fit that category when you looked at her. Guess what they say is true, you truly can't judge a book by its cover.

A thin layer of sweat was covering my body. I had to go out and get myself some clothes to fit these activities. Working out in jeans and T-shirt's just didn't cut it. Sweating in jeans were always unpleasant anyway.

Today, we were working on the basic walking up a wall. Yeah, that's considered basic here. I wanted to roll my eyes when Priam told me that. Anyway, it wasn't too bad. But I couldn't quite do it. I could get a few steps up, then I would fall again. This is just like the rope. Only not as horrible.

I got up to half a door then slipped off the brick and fell down again. My back hurt. I rubbed it, hissing at the pain in my arm. The burn from my stupid match still hadn't totally cleared up. The skin there was still kind of messed up. It gave me jitters just looking at it. Not the good kind either. The kind that makes you search for a bathroom.

"Not bad, Erin. You learn fast." She says as she bends down next to me and offers me the water bottle she kept with her own things. I took a chug of it and looked at the suddenly tall wall. "Keep going until you get to the ceiling."

I groan at how far away it looked. "Can't I just, like, get to the middle of the wall instead?" 

"No slacking, young lady, hop to it!" She pats my head and skips away to the benches, to her almost-boyfriend. 

Evander and Priam have decided to spend more time together by watching me fail multiple times in the day. They found it immensely enjoyable to watch and laugh at. I simply hated it. But I would not say so. I'm doing this because Priam is my friend and I think Evander's kind of a good guy. Well, from what I could tell. I've never had a friend that was a girl, or any kind of friend remotely, but from what I could see from him, he was pretty cool. 

As I climb up the wall, sweating and focusing, I could remember times when I thought I could be friends with a girl before. It was an odd relationship every time. Mainly because I only had one relationship with a girl who wasn't Hazel. Her name was Taylor Jones. Pretty basic name, but she was no basic girl. Her father was pretty damn rich, her mom was the exact opposite. She despised her father, but loved the money, she loved her mother, but despised the living conditions. The only reason I know that is because those were the times I was very confused. 

Taylor Jones was the biggest, baddest girl bully in the whole school. She chose me as her main target and basically berated me in front of the whole school for coming out once. I hated her for that, I don't think I could have ever forgiven her for that one. But sometimes, we'd catch each other on days when we just didn't want to hate each other. Well, I never really said anything to her about my life, because Hazel was very secretive about what we had for breakfast for Christ's sake. But Taylor was oddly an open book when you catch her on a good day.