-Miranda's POV-
I woke up at six in the fucking morning, what the hell? I'm usually the last one up in the morning waking up at at least ten, not six. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed taking off my pajama pants letting them hit the floor. I picked them up with the end of my toes and brought them up so I could grasp them with my hand. I threw them in the hamper and got changed into my gym shorts. I left on my T-shirt and applied some deodorant. I've been telling myself I needed to start working out again since summer was just around the corner, and since my father has a home gym in the basement, might as well.
I put my hair up in a ponytail and looked in the mirror. Moxie was laying in her bed near my desk, I petted her real quick and then walked out. I walked downstairs and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge in the kitchen. I opened the cap and took sip looking around the kitchen noticing that they had changed the curtains in the dining room. From the dark navy blue to more of a light lime green.
I found the door that led downstairs in the mudroom. I opened the door and heard music playing, it got louder with every step I took downstairs. I rounded the corner and saw Harry pounding the absolute crap out of the black leather punching bag in the corner of the room. He turned around and looked at me taking a boxing glove off. He walked towards the stereo against the wall and turned it down. "Mind company?" I asked looking towards the tread mill.
"Not at all, mind my music." He asked, I shook my head no. "Nope." I said popping the P.
I walked over to the treadmill as he turned the music back up. I watched him as he made his way back over to the treadmill putting the boxing glove back on. His face was filled with sweat along with the rest of his body, he had a bandanna wrapped around his forehead trying to soak it all up. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black shorts.
I turned on the treadmill and started it off slow, a walking pace more like it. A bit later I sped it up so I was jogging and my feet his the floor with the beat of Harry punching the bag. My body faced him but his back was towards me.
"You know starring at me, doesn't burn fat. But if it did, you wouldn't have those chubby cheeks." I heard him chuckle, imagining the smirk rising upon his face. My hands rose up to my cheeks as they turned red. How did he know I was looking at him.
"What chubby cheeks?" I asked.
"I'm only playing with you love." He turned around and again took off the gloves as he grabbed his water bottle from off the ground chugging it until it was all gone. "Ha ha, very funny." I mocked.
"Aren't I now?" I rolled my eyes and turned off the treadmill. I walked over towards the punching bag and grabbed the much smaller gloves that fit perfectly for my hands. I slid them on and started punching the bag, it wasn't moving but I was hitting it. I heard Harry chuckle from behind me. "Aren't you cute, trying to be tough." he mocked right back at me.
"To get it to move, you have to be pissed, let all your anger out on it." He came on the other side of it and held on to it, making it stay still.
"and what do you have to be pissed about?" I asked.
"None of your damn business." He snarled as his hands clenched by his side. I nodded and tell this was a touchy subject. I put down the gloves and grabbed my water bottle heading back towards the stairs. "Shit, no I- didn't- shit. You can stay." He said trying to apologize. I shook my head no, I didn't even know why I was trying to be nice to him. He's an ass, a fugitive ass.
I walked back up the stairs and I could hear him take his anger back out on the punching bag. You try to be nice to a guy and all he does is fire back. That will teach me to play with fire. Note: Stay away from Harry while you're here.
When I came back up I found Lucas in the kitchen with Vivian. "Morning Miranda, have a good work out?" She asked, I nodded not answering with sords walking back upstairs.
-Harry's POV-
Fuck Harry. You try to be nice for once to a girl and you come off like a total ass. You could've said "I don't want to talk about it." or "Nothing." and lie but nope you choose the one sentence to come off like a douche.
I had to admit she was beyond hot, and getting the reaction out of her the way I did turned me on. Well anything turned me on, I was in jail for most of life. The only time I got to sleeping around was when I fucked the female security guards. They wanted it, you could see it in their eyes when they did their night rounds. They hated to see me leave too.
Then when I got out I tend to sleep around a lot, to the first bimbo I see in a bar.
I should probably talk to her, but I'd fuck that up too. I felt my muscles tense up at I pounded the shit out of the punching bag even more then when she came down here. Fuck me. I took off the gloves and went upstairs trying to dodge Vivian and anyone else before I got to my room. Yeah Vivian was nice enough to take me in, but sometimes she just to ice for me to take in.
I walked in my room and locked the door after slamming the door behind me. I quickly got changed into a pair of jeans and a band T-shirt. I turned on my Ipod on the Ihome and selected a song by 'All Time Low'. I laid on my bed for a few minutes with my eyes closed before there was a knock on my door.
I jumped up and unlocked then opened the door to see Scott standing there.
"Morning Harry."
"Scott."
"We have the rehearsal tonight, so make sure you're there in dressy clothing by eight sharp at the church." He told me.
"Alright eight sharp." He walked down the hallway and down to Miranda's room. I shut the door again and looked through my closet in search of something dressy for the rehearsal. Scott had made me one out of his six best men, and I was honored considering I've only been here not even a half a year and he thinks of me like a son.
I mean I loved him like the father I've never had, though there is still distance between the two of us. Vivian was more of a mentor, sweet lady she just tries to hard to get everyone to like her. As for Lucas he was great, a ball filled with energy. He maybe 5 but he was turning forty, he was quite smart and wise for his age.
I went through every piece of article of clothing in my closet and there was nothing close enough to being dressy nor appropriate for the rehearsal. Looks like I'm going shopping. I grabbed my wallet and grabbed the keys to the car that Vivian and Scott let me use for personal reasons. I walked passed Miranda's room wanting to say I was sorry for earlier but maybe this wasn't the best time.
I opened the door to the garage and saw the black Dodge Charger sitting there. I smiled, what kind of kid gets out of jail and then gets to drive a nice car like this? This little fucker, that's who.
I got into the passenger seat and drove off to the mall.
-Later-
I walked out of the mall with a couple of bags in my hands, I tried to get the hell out of there because people kept looking at me and pointing, laughing, and before I wanted to punch the complete shit out of everyone of them I had to get out of there before I'm sent back for more jail time. I threw the bags in the back of the car and saw there was a note on the windshield.
I grabbed it and unfolded it slowly.
Dear Harry,
Thought since you got out of jail before me means you're safe? Think again, see you again bastard.
Shivers ran down my back, as I crumbled the note. Shit...
