Love, Kayla

[ 12]: Odd Face

"Tired already?" Brenton asked in an amused manner. The fitness app on his phone beeped signaling that it had stopped counting.

It was almost five in the afternoon; Kayla and Brenton had been jogging and running for almost thirty minutes. Kayla was halfway bent down as she rested both palms on her knees, relishing all the lost oxygen in her lungs. Her neon top looked like it was fresh from the washer as the sweat on her face dripped like there was no tomorrow. Her skin felt sticky and hot and the sun wasn't helping her at all as it continued to shine. Brenton silently chuckled to himself as he sucked in Kayla's current demeanor.

"Tired? That doesn't exist in my vocabulary." Kayla said in between breaths as she gathered her composure. Her throat felt like the Sahara desert.

Brenton rolled his eyes at her childishness. "Keep telling yourself that. We just ran like," he quickly glanced at his phone, "only two kilometers and here you are, sweating like a pig."

"Two kilometers, Brenton. Freakin' two! It's equivalent to 2000 meters!" Kayla exasperated. "Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond fit but today, you gave me a challenge." She said proudly.

Kayla darted her eyes throughout the park to find a vending machine and finally, she did. She walked towards the contraption to get a hydrating drink as Brenton followed like a loyal dog.

"How can you even mention you're fit when you can't even handle running for two kilometers?" He raised a brow at her.

"I am fit," she stressed out, "for your information, I do a lot of activities at home every morning and when I say a lot, I mean a whole lot." She turned her back towards him as she went her way towards a nearby bench.

"And what activities do you mean?" His face morphed into a look of challenge.

Kayla returned his look with the same intensity. "For instance, after I wake up in the morning, I have to brush my hair."

"And?" He gave her a dull look.

"Don't get me started. You don't understand the struggles of us, girls." She flipped her hair at him. "Do you think it's easy to brush your hair after having a horrible bedhead? You think that's easy?"

"If you know how to do it properly, then maybe it is."

"Triggered!" She exclaimed out of the blue. "It's practically like an arm workout! You gotta detangle all those annoying knots and locks of your hair. You see this?" She raised her left arm and attempted to flex her bicep.

"Still not convinced." His tone was bored, but his eyes glimmered in amusement.

Kayla narrowed her eyes at him, annoyed how her lame excuses didn't get to him as she stuck out an index finger at him, indicating to silence him. "You talk too much," then she lightly slapped him on the arm. Woah, that was hard. She thought. "Forget that, you promised me red velvet after this. Let's go!" She proclaimed.

"You serious?" He looked at her in puzzlement. "If you do, it's like you ran for nothing."

"That's your perspective. I didn't run to lose anything; I ran so that I can feel like I deserve the red velvet after running those dreadful kilometers." She eyed him cheekily.