Montrose Academy

Chapter Twenty

  "I thought we could dry hump first."  

It was a fairly quiet day. It was Sunday.

Angelina had come by followed by Logan. They were with Carter and Jonathan non-stop, but I couldn't blame them. I would want to be showered with adoration from a guy like them.

Like Justin?  My conscious smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes.

I thought I told you to be quiet. I snapped.

I thought you said you didn't like Justin.

I don't like him- now will you shut up?

I didn't get a 'reply' back. It's not like I wanted one anyways. My conscious was appearing more often than usual and I didn't know whether that was safe or not.

I had finished all my homework and decided to go to the gym to practice my boxing. I had gone yesterday but then Ethan had shown up and distracted me from it.

I changed into a bright pink sports bra and some grey shorts and my Nikes. I pulled my hair back into a messy pile on top of my head and was finished.

It was around five in the afternoon and from past experience I knew there wasn't going to be too many people at the gym at this hour. I wasn't complaining.Wrapping my ear buds around the length of my phone, I gently tucked it into my bag next to my boxing gloves and locked the door behind me.

Once I reached the gym, I immediately ascended the stairs without taking the time to look and see who was around. I found a punching bag and proceeded to slide my earbuds in and a fast song came on as I slipped on my gloves.

I started hitting my bag, practicing my jabs and undercuts. I added in some footwork too just to make sure if Coach Clarkson made me go against anyone tomorrow during fourth period, I would be ready.

Beads of sweat were sprouting from my forehead and I could feel my chest heave up and down. Tearing off my earbuds, I let them hang around my neck before I took a small break opening a water bottle and chugging on it. Some pieces of my hair escaped the confinements of my bun and I sloppily shoved them away from my view. Looking around, I saw that I was the only one on the second floor. The boxing rings were empty and the punching bags swung gently back and forth.

I put my headphones back in. Throwing some jabs, I started working up a sweat again but I didn't quit, it only made me want to punch harder. I was so focused on what I was doing that when I felt a pair of cool hands come into contact with my hot flesh I jumped. Whoever it was pulled me against them and moved their arms so they were secured tightly around my waist. Looking down, I saw an angel tattoo on their wrist. Justin.

"In case you were wondering, I was busy doing something." I told him, not twisting my head to look at him.

"Yeah,I know. I was watching you. You still haven't learned how to move your feet." He said easily.

His statement made me turn around in his arms and see that he had something dark on his neck. It also made me realize that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Yes I have. If you were watching me, as you said, you would know that I know how to move my feet now."

His arms were still around me and rested on the skin of my lower back. He was biting his lower lip and the sight made me want it to be my teeth holding his lip hostage.

"Okay, Montero. Show me how it's done." He stated, stepping back I felt him unwound his arms around me.

"Gladly." I turned on my heels and faced my punching bag. I rammed my fist onto the punching bag followed by another and the added my footwork. I was focused.