Finding Me

Chapter Eight

I reach the gym and look around the space to soak it all in. I walk over to the front desk were a young man was standing.

"Hi, um how do I join here?" I ask the man.

He looked at me and smiled, "Just fill out this paperwork and give it back to me after you are done."

He handed me a large stack of paper and a pen. I walked over to the chairs and sat down and started to fill out the information.

I finished the work and handed the man the stack and he gave me a card and a code to open the door to get to all the equipment.

I thanked him and walked into the gym and looked around and saw a punching bag. I smiled because I haven't had the release that punching things gives me in a while.

I set my bag down and get out my tape and wrapped my hands and I started punching the bag.

I don't know how long I had been hitting the bag but when I stopped I noticed a slight throb in my hands. I looked down and saw that some blood had made its way through the wrap and knew that I was punching too long and too hard.

I moved away and unwrapped my hands and sighed. My hands did not look pretty at all, and I know that my aunt is going to ask questions about my knuckles. But I feel a lot better and I got the release I needed. I hand my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath when I heard someone clear their voice. I looked up to see that the main reason my knuckles look the way they are is standing right in front of me.

"What do you want?" I asked covering my stomach that is exposed because sometime deep in thought I had taken off.

"That is not how you treat a friend is it?" Aiden asks.

"No it is not, but we aren't friends so I can talk however I want to talk to you." I spit at him not in the mood for his attitude.

"Well we should change that." He tells me walking towards me.

"How do you expect we change that?" I ask.

"Well you could start by talking to me in class."

"How do you want me to talk to when you don't even want me to sit next to in class?" I question him.

He stares at me for a minute not expecting that comeback. I turn around noticing that he might not talk for a while. I turn to pack my bag up and put my shirt back on. After that is all done I look back at him and he has taken his shirt off, wrapped his hands up and started stretching.

I stare at his chest, and might I say he is very well toned. Not too much muscle but just enough so that you can see his eight pack. He has some phrase on his lower chest over his abs and he also has dog tags hanging around his neck.

"Take a picture it last longer." He smirks at me.

I turn around and blush because he caught me staring, "Well it's not much to look at." I tell him even though I am such a liar.

"Well that drool on your chin says differently." He smirks.

I know that there is no drool on my chin and turn around and walk past him and say, "I don't drool over douche bags."

I walk through the doors and start my run home.

I get home and walk up to my room and take a shower then go to bed.

I lay in bed thinking about my dad and mom, wondering what they are doing right now. My dad is probably at work trying to get a hold of the Italian Mafia for the money they owe us. My dad trying to figure out who to send to get the money. He would have most likely sent me because of my skills. He also trusts me and that is a huge thing for my dad. He only trust three people in his life. Me, my mom, and my Aunt Tillia. In his job you can only trust your family.

My mom is most likely designing her newest line of clothing. She is also probably worried sick about me and my dad. Me, because she doesn't know what is happening in my life, and my dad because it is just her job to worry about him.

I was thinking about my parents and surprisingly Aiden. I keep picturing him without his shirt on. I also can't help but wonder what the words on his chest mean and if the dog tags were just a fashion statement or they meant something to him.

I feel asleep thinking about Aiden.