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She hates her name, it reminds her of a princess. He loves her name, so he calls her princess. She's an actress, but that's only part of the job. She lives her life luring people into a false sense of security, and...
Last night, I had arrived home somewhere around midnight, even though we left the Gala at around 8:45. I was avoiding going home, and facing the hard truth of where I am in life. All I'd known for most of my life was doing what was expected of you.
Being rudely awakened by my alarm going off, I groan and sit up on my bed, rubbing my temples. I check my phone and see I have one message. Opening the message I see that it's from James.
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(Sorry if you don't have WiFi it's just James asking her out on a date tonight)
Setting my phone down, I decided to skip class today, preferring our training center instead. I know I'll get an earful from my boss, but I also know he won't be too upset. Call me cocky, but I have my ways to get around his wrath.
I go to my closet and decide on some simple black and white leggings and a white tank top.
I walk outside and sigh in relief. Thankfully, I had remembered to take my BMW back to my garage and switch it out with the old Honda Civic.
Getting out, I sling my bag over my shoulder and head inside. The inside looks about what you'd expect from a training center. A few punching bags strung up here and there, weights, dumbbells, and lots of mats. There are a few levels of punching bags, ranging from 50 pounds to 150 pounds. I leave my bag on a bench near my usual punching bag, starting off with some simple stretches.
Moving on, I do a bit of shadow boxing before turning to the punching bag. After a couple of 12x2 minute rounds, I decide to dry off a bit with my towel. Right as I go to reach for my bag, I hear the front doors of the gym open.
I snap my head towards the door and see Jordan walking in. Before I can escape, he spots me and starts walking towards me. I grumble under my breath and grab my towel. Wiping my forehead, I turn towards Jordan and give him an annoyed look.
He puts his hands up in surrender and hands me an envelope. "I did promise you forty percent."
I hand it back to him and begin packing up my stuff. "I don't need it. If anything, you need it more than me."
"But, you said-" he starts, before I cut him off.
"I know what I said. But, I'm serious. Keep it."
"While I really don't want to argue with you about who gets to keep half a million dollars, I'd feel bad just taking it."
"Since when do you have a conscience?"
"Okay, okay, fair enough. But, this doesn't mean I owe you anything okay? No hidden favors."
"Nope. My only requirement is that you leave me alone from now on."
"Consider it done."
With that, Jordan takes the money and leaves the gym.
