As usual, I was pissed, and taking my anger out on my new punching bag upstairs. Mason was busy drying off downstairs, my brothers and their friends were playing a new video game our aunt got them, and Austin was nowhere to be found.
"Think she'll fuck with me huh?" I knocked the punching bag sideways. I exhaled noisily, getting frustrated. "I'll show her, I'm gonna show them all." I kept throwing the punches, only slightly uncomfortable in short-shorts due to the heat. My parents were strict about using the AC, so the temperature in our house was an even ninety degrees.
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, and pressed against my stomach. Something I did without realizing, always checking for fat. I wanted to be skinny, I wanted to be skinny but still be able to knock a bitch/bastard to the ground when need be. Someone had to watch out for my youngest brother in middleschool, no doubt he'd be a main target. No one messes with them without having to mess with me, which is a bad idea. Just as the people I've dealt with.
"You're the Queen of Evil 'cause you make people hate you and love you at the same time..."
"You're such a tease, go kill yourself, bitch."
"Why don't you try losing some pounds and being pretty, oh wait, that's hard for you."
"That red hair is hideous, you stick out too much on stage."
I didn't hear the door creak open, and Austin step in. I was still going at it, when I heard him run into the weight-lifting machine. I was so riled up and I got ready to slug him. He put his arm out in defense, and then I saw who it was.
"Oh shit, sorry Austin. I seriously didn't know that it was you!" I grabbed his arm to see if I hurt it badly. Nothing, not yet at least.
Austin was looking at me weird, "Not sure if that's hot or girls working out just look good..." I gave it a minute for it to sink in. Once he realized what he said he blushed, and I pushed him backwards.
"Arm's fine, leave if you don't have anything important to say." I stretched, popping my spine.
Austin rubbed his arm, "I was going to ask you if you'd be the goalie for the game of soccer we're about to play out in the yard. I know how good you are so...."
"I'll come, as long as you put someone on good defense that knows what they're doing." I walked out of the room, grabbing my towel and waterbottle as I left. Stupid boy...
