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Chapter Three

A/N: This is dedicated to XstarstruckX for being the first writer to get me hooked on werewolves ;-P. X

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CHAPTER THREE

ELAYNA

       Confusion.

That’s exactly what I felt as I walked towards the boxing section of the fitness centre on campus that Hannah had showed me earlier. Adam Lima, the jerk player from high school was being nice to me.

And I liked it.

I liked putting by arm around his waist while he had his arm around my shoulders. I felt safe with him. But all that didn’t matter, the look of pure anger and then pity that he gave me after I gave my feeble excuse as to why I had a bruise on my back proved that to me.

We may have grown up in the same place but we certainly didn't have the same up-bringing.

Stomping towards the quiet corner of the gym, my eyes instantly zoned in on the bag in all its 5ft, 75 pound glory.

I was so going to enjoy this.

With my eyes completely zoned in on the bag I did not think to look around the gym, when a hand grabbed my forearm startling me out of my staring contest with the punching bag.

“You finally get here and you don’t text or God forbid call us?” A familiar voice whispered to me.

“Matty!” I screamed at the 6 foot 3 wall of muscle that I spun around to attack with one of our infamous bone crushing hugs. Laughing at my girlish squeal, Matthew Stevens hugged me back just as fiercely causing me to wince.

“What’s wrong?” Putting me back down hastily, looking me up and down worriedly searching for an injury. 

“It’s my back,” I shrugged as I said, “But it’s fine. It’s healing up, just a bruise this time, no broken bones,” I replied as I looked up at him grateful to not see an ounce of pity in his eyes, just sad understanding, nodding his dead stiffly he looked away for what seemed like an eternity.

“So what are you doing in the gym then?” He asks me finally looking back at me.

“I could ask you the same thing buddy boy.”

“Uh uh,” Matty shook his head, “I asked you first.”

“I’m new here, I want to see what this place has got to offer,” I answered him, while I eyed up the punching bag, I started walking towards it but before I could even take two steps Matty blocked my way, I looked up at him giving him a what-the-hell look.

We stood there in a mini starring contest when I breathed out loudly and stump my foot, “Fine! Ok, fine. I’m just releasing some stress.”

“And there’s the truth Ladies and Gentlemen!” Matt booms out imitating a ring announcer, “Who do I need to have a word with then?”

Rolling my eyes at his question, I side stepped him and jogged towards the punching bag. Opening the gym bag that I was carrying with me I took out my IPod, untangled the headphones, then pushed them into my ears and pressed play for my 'fight music' playlist, I then pulled out my fingerless boxing gloves, tugging them on I descend upon the bag with a smile on my face.

“So?” Matt says holding the bag for me. I ignored him and cranked the music up.

After a wordless 45 minute punch-kick-punch session, I sat on the floor, my heart beating so fast it was making blood rush to my ears. I loved this feeling of feeling so alive and pumped on adrenaline. Matty grabbed a water bottle from his gym bag and threw me one too, as he sat down opposite to me, just as I pulled out my headphones.