The President's Daughter

Timeout!

Punch

Punch

Punch

Punch

Kick

Punch 

Kick 

Punch Punch

"Stop!" Daniel yelled as the punching bag kept swinging side to side as a stopped hitting it. 

I struggled to catch my breath. Daniel was now beside me and off the steps. He stopped the punching bag from swinging and looked at me. 

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong? Yesterday you cried all day and now your mad and stuff?" he asked. 

"Nothing!! I just needed to cry. Now I need to get in shape. That's all" I lie. 

He sighs and lets the punching bag go. I continue to punch at it once more, but now harder.

"Practice on me. That's not letting any steam out" he says pointing to the punching bag. I stop and quickly begin punching at him. He ducks them.

"Now come on. What's wrong"

"Really nothing!" I say punching harder at his stomach- he of course blocks it.

"What's up Taylor?"

"Kicking" I ignoring his question. I now begin to kick.

"You need to kick the right way before you hurt yourself" he says. I stop kicking and catch my breath.

"Rotate your hip" he says holding his hands out. He then touches my hips and demonstrates.

"I get it" I mumble when I notice my error.  

"Again" he says and I start kicking.

"Jordan isn't it" 

"No" I kick faster.

"Yes. You like him" he accuses.

"No" I say getting more mad.

"Your hurt just as much as he is"

"No"

"...because you like him also.." he states like it's obvious. 

"No!" I grunt and kick harder at his face. Daniel falls to the ground in pain, "Ow!" he screams. I bent down beside him, "I'm so sorry Daniel"

"Just..-- Just get me upstairs"

So I do that and I make him some food. I grab a pack of Oreo and I walk to my room. I open the door and slam it shut again. Once the door is closed for sure I lock it and crash onto my soft queen size bed. I moan mean insults to myself and that's the last thing I remember.......... 

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I wake up groggy and still in my workout clothes. I look around and it is 6:59 am. So I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Pulling down my pants and underwear I sit down on the cold toilet seat. I thought about my day as I let my pee trickle down. I stood up and washed my hands. Throwing my hair over my shoulders I flip the switch on the shower and begin to get undressed. But when the warm shower water hits my back I melt into it.

Jordan's P.O.V

Once the bus makes a fast stop infront of school I stand up and rush to the front of the bus hurrying to get off. I don't want to talk to Taylor today. Why can't she just say how she feels about me? Does she feel anything?