"Why do you care if I'm alive or not?" I ask as I eat more of my pancakes.
"Because, even if you died I would constantly be reminded of you." He says finishing the dishes and sitting down next to me.
"Because I'm the girl who drew two of your tattoos you would always be reminded of me?" I ask laughing what about all the other tattoos.
"Yeah you're hard to forget." He says looking around.
"Did we fuck?" I ask looking at him. His face goes from I'm not sad but not happy to a kill me now look.
"No." He lies. Wow he lied to me he lied to my face. He fucking lied to my face I wouldn't be mad I was drunk and high.
"You fucking liar. You would have left last night if we didn't." I say as I hear the floor creak behind me.
"You guys didn't fuck last night you wish you slut!"A pink hair girl says getting annoyed.
"Bella Thorne and Matthew Musto get out of my fucking house." I scream pointing to the door.
"Bella come on let's go." Matt says looking down getting out of his seat and leaving with Bella.
Bella Thorne just called me a fucking slut. She's kidding me right like she's actually kidding? Whatever I should go work out you know gotta keep my ugly ass in shape. I take a shower taking off all my makeup from last night. I get out dry my hair and put it in two top buns. Then put on a black sports bra from adidas and a pair of adidas leggings. I throw my old boxing golden glove state champion jacket on. Oh yeah ex-boxer for like 10 years since I was like 6. You don't want to mess with me trust me.
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I work out for like 3 hours then I start to think about eating a donut but I'll get a protein shake instead. I walk down four flights of stairs (I know my gym is huge) and go to the cafe. I look at all my social medias and I see something that catches my eye. I look up and see that pink haired what's the word. The word she called me this morning oh yeah pink haired slut! I recycle my drink and walk back upstairs I see my old coach with some guy. Cute guy, early 20's, built not scary built but built. Brown hair, like the f-boy hair style, and greenish eyes. I walk up to my old coach and said "Hey coach!"
He turns around and says "Hey Kylie long time no see. How you been?" Then hugs me and smiles.
"Good you?" I ask hugging him back.
"You know same as always busy." He laughs pointing to the kid he was with.
"Taylor, Hi." He waves at me biting his lip looking me up and down.
"Kylie is it possible that you could teach him how to do Corkscrew punch?Because he seems to be a lot more interested in you then me." Coach ask me laughing to himself.
"Oh come a guy like you can't do that?" I laugh because he seems like the type of guy who would be pulling combos you never even heard of.
"We're not all state champions." he laughs as I take off my jacket.
"She did it five times back home." My coach yells as he walks away.
"So it's pretty simple once you can throw a simple jab and twist your arm." I say before I notice he's staring at my breast. Then I add "If you can learn this you can take me out." A smile grows across his face.
"Okay I'm down." He responds. He's actually pretty cute not gonna lie like I think I might have a new type. Like before I was into bad boys and shit but um hello!
"K so what do you not understand about it or like what makes it hard for you." I ask.
"I know how to throw the punch it's just the foot work." He answers kinda seeming sad as if I don't understand I do. It use to be really hard for me I use to practice for hours any time I could.
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Tattoos \Blackbear fanfic/
Fanfiction"Matt this is the reason I woln't talk to you for one minute. Cause if you don't get what you want you throw a fit and act like your god. Mabey once you break up with Bella and I can trust you I'll talk to you. But until then leave me alone." I say...
