Mystery Girl

Chapter Seven: He likes you, gay boy.

Isabelle

My fist flew into the punching bag, sending it flying backwards and then back to me again as I continued throwing hard punches. My face was dripping with sweat, and I breathed in heavily to regain some more energy before doing the same.

After ten minutes of punching the bag, I held it to straighten it and keep it still. I pulled my arm back, ready to punch the bag again, but a voice stopped me.

"Hey, what's your name?"

I groaned, turning around to see a man (he was quite muscular) standing behind me. He was dressed in a black tank top and some shorts. His biceps stood out and his hair was messed up. He came over to me, a curious expression on his face as I stood still and watched him.

I kept a straight face and a bland expression as he stopped right in front of me. He looked at me, his eyes trailed all over my body as I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion and curiosity. He then looked at my face and that was when I decided it was enough.

"Done checking me out, yet?" I raised a brow.

He chuckled. He sounded quite manly - well obviously, he's a man - and he looked to be in his mid-twenties or something. "Sorry." He said. He paused for a while. "I own this place, it's just, hardly anyone comes at this time and I know my visitors. I haven't seen you around here, that's why." He shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Right." Was all I said, before I turned my back to him and was looking at the punching bag.

The guy came in front of me and tilted his head. I found myself getting irritated by the second under his intense gaze. I finally sighed, looking up at him. "What?"

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly.

"You don't need to know." I blankly remarked.

"I own this place. If you want to come here, you should have some manners and reply simple questions with polite answers." The guy looked slightly pissed off, as his jaw clenched and unclenched.

I rolled my eyes, but nevertheless, told him my name. "Isabelle." I muttered.

"My name is Charlie. Welcome to my place." He shot me a perfect smile and he held out his hand for me to shake. Knowing I had to stay in his good books, I shook his hand, and immediately let it fell after a couple of seconds. He furrowed his eyebrows at me as if he was trying to figure me out.

I sighed and went back to punching the bag. And after that, Charlie thankfully left me in peace and after an hour, I grabbed my bag and left. I stuck my earphones into my ear and started running, the sound of my songs tuning out everything else.

I furrowed my eyebrows when I felt a presence beside me, and a tap on my shoulder. I don't know why, but my heart started racing, and I became scared as hell. My head whizzed to the side and my eyes widened when I saw who it was. I pulled out my earphones as I gaped at him in horror.

"Oh my God. Sebastian?" I looked at the blue-eyed boy in shock as I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his arms wrap around me in return as he started chuckling. I broke apart from him when he started speaking.

"How are you, Isabelle? Haven't seen you in so long, man." His tone was full of concern, and I could feel a frown make an appearance on my face.

"Shit. I don't want to talk about that." I brought myself to relax, and waved my hands in front of my face. "Why are you here? When did you get here?"

He raised a brow in amusement. "What, can't I come to see my favourite cousin?" He joked, messing up my hair teasingly as I swatted his hand away.

"Really? I know you, Seb. Now tell me." I ordered.