Chapter 22
We got to the gym. And guess who else there. Neymar and Bruna. I'm mad at the bitch and he's already smooching on another girl. I turned to the guys choking on air. I was breathing hard, my eyes were watery.
"I don't think I can do this.. He's here.." I whispered, Dani put both his hands on my shoulders making me look at him. I looked at him straight in the eyes.
"You're Catherine Pierce.. You'll survive this. You have that rocking ass body, your personality, your humour, and you're wearing the perfect outfit to get his attention. Show him what he can't have." Dani prepped, I laughed a little and hugged him.
"Umm.. Heads up he is looking over at you guys." Hulk whispered, I smiled that made me feel better. I let go of the hug, Dani put his arm around me and we all walked to the back room.
There was a mirror wall, I looked at myself. They're right, I'll show Neymar what he can't have. I walked into the girl's changing rooms.
I wore: my neon pink sports bra, my black slim poly nikes shorts and pulled them up a little bit, and my neon pink nike hypervenom phantoms.
I tied my hair up into a ponytail. I always have two hair ties with me. I always say, I need one for support and one to tie it up. Only because I have a lot of layers. I let my left side bangs hang out like I normally do.
I finally got to use the Brazil duffle gym bag. I took out my water bottle and brought it out with me. The boys were waiting for me.
"We got the picture set up, ready?" Dani said, I smiled and nodded. I walked over to the table that had hand wraps and wrap bag gloves. Oscar grabbed my hand and took the hand wraps. He wrapped both my hands. Then he put the wrap bag gloves on both my hands.
The boys went to lift weights at the other side of the room.
Oscar stood behind the heavy bag. I took a breath and closed my hands into a fist, I held my fists close to my face and started punching. I kept punching until the picture of him was jacked up.
I pulled the picture off the heavy bag and crumpled it into a ball. I threw it in the garbage. I harshly took off the wrap bag gloves and threw it on the table. I didn't bother taking off the hand wrap cloth. Oscar walked over to me concerned, he gave me a tight hug.
"Oscar.." I muttered, as he was hugging me.
"Hmm?.."
"I'm sweating.. I'd rather just fist bump you." I said, not hugging back.
"Right!.. Sorry." Oscar smiled, I laughed a little fist bumping him. "Treadmill?"
"Treadmill.."
We walked out of the back room. Ugh, he was using a treadmill. His little girlfriend was sitting on the bench doing absolutely nothing. What the hell is she at the gym for then?! At least do something! It's called the gym for a reason.
"You wanna do something else?" Oscar offered, I shook my head.
"Show him what he's missing, right?" I smiled.
"That's the plan." Oscar smirked, although I did feel a little slutty because my shorts are really short. I pulled them an inch down.
I walked over to the treadmill and started running. Oscar followed. I looked at Bruna, she gave me the dirtiest look I've ever seen. I forced a smile and stuck up the middle finger. Oscar smirked and fist bumped me.
If that tag-a-long thinks she can take me, bitch better remember who works out and who doesn't. I'll snap her two twigs that are so called legs. I'm sick of seeing her face. So I stopped the treadmill and got off.
"Hey Cat, what's up?" Oscar asked, still running on the treadmill.
"I'm sick of seeing her face." I muttered, crossing my arms. Oscar nodded and stopped his treadmill as well. Bruna walked up to us, I think I just barfed in my mouth a little. I looked at her from the corner of my eye and then looked back at Oscar.
"Hey Oscar!" Bitchna greeted, smiling sweetly. Even her voice is annoying.
"Heeey.. Bruna.." Oscar awkwardly greeted.
"Mind if I talk to Cat, for a few minutes?"
Umm.. Excuse me? Who gave you permission to call me Cat? Exactly, NO ONE.
"Yea I do mind, actually." Oscar answered, I smiled at Oscar and looked over to Bitchna.
"Well.. I'm borrowing her for a few minutes.."
Bruna grabbed my arm and pulled me into a private room.
"What do you want, Biii- Bruna?" I asked, sounding bored already.
"I just want you to back off from Neymar." Bruna ordered, I smirked.
"Wish granted, keep him."
"Good because me and Neymar are going to be very happy together."
"Ok first of all.. It's Neymar and I.. Second of all.. I just said keep him. Are you trying to create drama?"
"If I see any more pictures of you and Neymar, I'll-"
"You'll what? Don't forget who works out and who doesn't. I'm not scared of you Bruna, show me what you got right here right now." I challenged, Bruna was bluffing, she can't hurt me she's too scared. I smirked. "That's what I thought.."
I walked out of the room and went back to Oscar. I bumped into him.
"Umm.. What did Bruna want to talk about?" He asked, looking down at me.
"Nothing that concerns you." I muttered, and kept walking.
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