A boy named Blaze

Chapter 24

Tara

I hung up the phone and smiled. I got to Matthew before Angela did. I'm so confused though, I admit now to myself that I don't hate Blaze, I actually care about him. I'm tempted to break up with Matthew but I still do like him. Sigh, right now maybe I like Blaze and Matthew the same but I'm dating Matthew so maybe I should just keep it that way. I mean Matthew is better for me and with Blaze my life will just get more complicated.

The problem is I like danger. I like thrill and feeling the adrenalin rush throughout my body when I'm in a situation where there is a chance I can die. Yet I'm already dating Matthew and I know he loves me, if there is in fact love. If I broke up with him I would crush him and I don't know if I could do that. I mean sure I have broken tons of guys hearts before but I do like Matthew and he isn't and wont ever just be a boy toy.

I know Blaze likes me, or well feels the same as I do, he kissed me even. That's something I just cant let slip, yet at the same time I liked it. I'm glad he kissed me and it felt better then when I kiss Matthew even though it was a short little kiss. Arg, I miss going through life and the only thing you have to worry about is not getting shot and keeping you title, believe it or not its a lot easier then this boy crap.

Even just playing the boys and getting them in bed. That's fun to, there are no worries, just a fun time. Getting drunk all night and dancing with whoever is willing and close by. I felt like screaming and decided to go to the gym. I went upstairs and pulled on a pair of spandex short shorts and a tank top then my runners. I raced downstairs and and grabbed my keys. Getting into my car I wondered where the closest gym was. I knew there was some in the bad part of town but I don't know if I should go there, might get into some competition.

I found a gym and pulled into the parking lot. A young, fit lady was standing behind a counter eating an apple. "Hello," she said and smiled, "do you have a membership?" I smiled back at her, "no, I'm new to town." She smiled and started typing on her keyboard. "Okay, would you like to go for the day or get a proper membership?" she asked. "Just today please," I replied, looking around. "Five dollars please," she said typing away again. I handed her the money and walked down the hall.

There were random pictures on the wall but I just walked over to the end where the gym was. I wasn't really in the mood for the machines right now but I spotted what I wanted, the punching bag. I walked over to it with a smirk on my face and gave it a hard punch. I didn't have any gloves and my now semi-delicate fist hurt a little as it made contact with the bag. Though that didn't stop me, I had to much energy. I punched the bag again the brought my knee up, then used my elbow.

 I loved this and a smirk was plastered on my lips as I fought all my worries away.I felt the sweat drip down my body and my breathing picked up as my kicks and punches got harder. I didn't hear anything or focus on anything other then the bag. This is how I work out problems, I let them out by fighting. "Your gonna break the bag," someone commented. I didn't think I just turned around and kicked my foot out, hitting them square in the chest.

I stopped myself before I punched him while he held his chest with a pained expression. "Oh my god I'm so sorry," I said rushing over. Shit, I thought, now I'm gonna get kicked out of here. I mean sure it was his fault for coming up behind me and surprising me but still I shouldn't have kicked him. "I didn't break anything did I?" I asked even though I knew the answer. Of course I didn't break anything, he may have a bruise but that's about it.

"No, I think I'll be okay," he said, forcing a smile. "I'm sorry," I said again, I really didn't want to get kicked out. Now that I looked at him he looked to be around my age, around 5'10, muscular. He short dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a wife beater and a pair of baggy shorts, he looked like the kinda guy I would have hit on before. "I'll be okay," he said standing up straight and stretching a little.

"I was gonna work out but I don't know if that's the best idea now," his voiced filled with humour. "Yeah, well your legs are fine," I suggested and smiled. He smiled back at me, "guess I should have known better then to just talk, you were pretty into beating up the bag." I looked down, remembering why I came here. "Yeah," I mumbled, feeling anger wash over me again though luckily not as bad.

"So what did the mean bag do to deserve that punishment," he asked. "Surprised me while I was in my fighting zone," I joked looking at him. He laughed but the thought of everything came rushing back into me and I wasn't done my workout yet. "Well if you don't mind, this bag hasn't learnt it's lesson," I said before turning around and hitting the bag again.

Now that I have snapped out of my trace I felt my hand throbbing so I decided I will beat up the bag a little more then more on to the treadmills and sprint for awhile. I kicked the back before punching it and bringing my elbow around and elbowing it then kicking it again. I could feel the guys eyes on my back as I beat up the bag and no matter how hot he was or that I just kicked then flirted with him, he was creeping me out. I had to fight the urge to tell him to take a picture, it will last longer.

I was getting annoyed at him watching me and I almost turned around and beat him again. Instead I just stopped hitting the bag and moved over to the treadmills. I have to say my body was hurting for its been awhile since I had this much of a workout but I still pressed on the treadmill and cracked up the speed. I was now in a full out sprint and running as fast as I could, imagining I was chasing someone who just shot at me.

I was so tired and I felt like I was gonna be sick so I slowly let the speed level drop down from a full out sprint to a jog then about five minutes later to a walk for another ten minutes then I let it stop. I sat down on the treadmill and put my face in my hands as pain coursed through my muscles. I sighed and looked up to see him looking at me. I stood up quick, a little to quick as the blood rushed from my head and made me dizzy, and walked to the door.

I looked back and watched him staring at me, I didn't like him. He gave me a weird vibe and I have learnt to trust my gut feeling and it was telling me to get out of there. I nodded at the girl behind the counter and then stepped outside. There was a breeze and it felt nice on my hot, sweaty body. I stepped into my car and turned it on, quickly driving back home.

It was getting later and I hopped Mom had dinner ready for I was now hungry. When I finally got home I rushed inside the door and locked the door as I kicked off my sneakers. "Hey Mom, I'm home," I called out. "Hey honey," she replied from the kicthen. "Dinner ready," I asked. "Twenty more minutes," she responded and I raced up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I stripped off my sweaty clothes and dropped them in the basket as I turned on the hot water for the shower. I smiled in contentment as the hot water raced over my body, washing away the sticky sweat and relaxing my muscles. I smiled and washed my sweaty hair and standing in the steamy water before reluctantly stepping out and getting into a fluffy bathrobe.

I dress in pjs and slip on some warm and fuzzy slippers before going down the stairs. I could hear my mom downstairs getting dinner on the plates and I slipped down the stairs. The house warm smell and I took a big breath in. My mom made soup, I love soup. I walk into the kitchen and take grab my bowl and a big glass of water before sitting down for dinner

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OK guys as u can probably tell this I dont check my grammar or any re-reading or anything.. im sorry. Anyways thanks for listening to my ramble on and I love you guys u r like truley amazing people I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Natasha