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"Stop fucking calling me! I hate you!" I yelled into the phone, hanging up. That was the 18th time Forrest had called me after I found out he was engaged. And even worse, his fiancé was 6 months pregnant. I didn't cry but I was really pissed. Sam won't answer none of my phone calls and he won't stop calling me. I laid in my bed and felt a sting in my eyes as a tear fell down my face. I quickly wiped it away as I got out of bed and went into my closet. I slipped on a sports bra, some exercise boy shorts, a crop sweatshirt,balance sweatpants, and my Nike Pegasus 31's. I packed my Nike duffle bag with my 7 pound ankle weights, my Nike iPod armband, my iPod touch, my filled Nike sport water bottle, my fitness jumprope, my one piece speedo bathing suit and goggles, my wallet, and my phone and I headed out of the house.

I pulled up to the local gym and went inside. I signed in and headed to the treadmills. I removed my sweat shirt and sweat pants and started running, my iPod in my ears and my sweaty hands clutched to the arm rails. After 30 minutes on the treadmill, I headed to the weights and added two 20 pound weights to the ends of my rail. I laid back on the bench press and lifted the weights. I couldn't hear anything around me and I was startled when I opened my shut eyes to see someone watching me. I put the weight on the back rest and lifted up, taking my headphones out of my ears. "Can I help you?" I asked him as I lifted up and removed the weights from the rail.

"Just waiting till you were done. Are you alright?" He asked me, walking over and putting two sets of 20 on both sides as he lifted the 80 pounds. "Yes I am. Your brother is a real douche bag though." I joked, heading over to my bag. I took a long sip of my water as I watched Trey lift the weights. "You could take a picture. I wouldn't mind." He chuckled, putting the weights down and looking over at me. I laughed and bent down to my bag, grabbing my bathing suit and goggles and heading to the bathroom. I changed into my one piece and headed back to my bag, throwing my clothes in there and grabbing it heading to the pool. When I got there, Trey was in the pool doing laps. I smiled as I dropped my bag and dived into the cool water, doing laps in the empty lane next to him. "Are you following me?" He asked as I came up from the water. "I could ask you the same question." I lifted out of the water and walked over to my towel, drying my face. "How come I never seen you here before?" He asked me, getting out of the pool and drying his face off with his towel. "I only come here when I need to get things off my mind. I barely ever come here until I found out that Forrest was engaged and lying to me for the past month." I sighed, closing my eyes. "Come on. I can bet you that I can finish 3 laps before you can." He said, grabbing my hand and lifting me up from the bench. "Nah. I'm pretty sure you can. There's no need to bet. I'm gonna go do some crunches." I said, drying off and heading to the bathroom. I slipped back on my sports bra and boy shorts and headed to the empty yoga room. I strapped my ankle weights around my ankles and began doing crunches. 2 on by Tinashe faded away as Na Na by none other than Trey Songz began playing. I smirked as I began to sing the song out loud, rolling over and doing some push ups. I can do about 20 push ups in a row which is pretty impressive if I do say so myself. "Oh na na. I'm bout to spend all this cash. Oh na na. If you keep shaking that Oh!" I sang. As I headed into the second verse, I heard someone faintly singing along with me from behind. I ignored it as I stood up and began doing squats. I felt a sting in my butt as someone's hand collided with it. I gasped and turned around, yanking the earphones out of my ear and kicking whoever it was in the balls. My eyes grew wide as Trey fell to the floor, his hands covering his manhood. "Shit." He yelled in pain. "I'm so sorry! You can't do that to me. I went through three years of self defense classes." I exclaimed, bending down and helping him up. I went over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and grabbed a bag of ice, covering it in paper towel and handing it to him. "I knew.... you liked me." He laughed, placing it on him. "I don't like you." I said, sitting next to him. "Then why were you singing my song?" He chuckled, looking over at me. "Oh that? I do like your music. I just don't like you." I said nonchalantly, standing up and heading out of the room. "Wait a second!" He yelled, following after me. "What?" I asked, continuing to walk. "Why don't you like me? What girl doesn't like me?" He asked, running in front of me and walking backwards we went back into the pool room and I went over to my bag. "That's where you've got it all wrong. People like you because of your looks. The point of you being famous is for your music." I said, putting my iPod in my bag. He sat the bag of ice beside my bag and looked at me. "So you don't think i'm sexy?" He joked, taking his shirt off. "I just have one question." I said, walking over to him and touching his chest. "Mmhm." He nodded as I bought my lips to his ear. "Do you have your phone in your pocket?" I asked sexily. "Nah. It's in my gym bag." He said. "Good." I said, pushing him backwards into the pool. I chuckled as he came up from the water with a mad face. "Sorry. But no, I don't find you sexy." I lied, walking over to the pool and putting my feet in. "You're gonna regret that." He chuckled, going underwater and pulling me in by my feet. I swam up to the top and opened my eyes. "I'm soaked." I yelled. He chuckled and swam toward the shallow end. I swam behind him and he stopped when we reached 3 feet. He turned around his wrapped his arms around my waist, catching me off guard. "You ain't need my brother anyway." He said, leaning into me. His lips touched mine and they were like heaven. A thousand things were running through my mind as I kissed back. What if i'm just vulnerable? Is this right? Is Trey Songz really kissing me?!?!! He slowly pulled away as he looked into my eyes. "What was that for?" I asked, confused. I mean, i'm not complaining. But I want to know why he kissed me. "I don't know. I just had to do that shit." He said. I pulled his head to me and kissed him, this time more roughly. I wrapped my legs around his torso as we sat up in the water. I felt on his chest as his tongue connected with mine, our lips in perfect sync. I quickly pulled away. "I should go." I said, getting out of the water and heading to my bag. "And thanks a lot. Now I have to walk around with no bra until I get home." I laughed, noticing how wet my sports bra was. "Yeah well at least you can change your draws. I forgot an extra pair." He said, getting out of the water and walking over to me. "I think your phone is broken." He said as I flipped through it. "Why'd you say that?" I asked, looking up at him. "Cuz it don't got my number in it." He said, taking my phone from me. He put his number in then slipped it into my bag. "Problem solved." He smirked, walking out. I smiled as I grabbed my bag and headed to the bathroom. I took my boyshorts off, putting on the clean pair of underwear I bought with me. I slipped my sweats on and put my sweatshirt over my wet sports bra. I zipped my bag up and headed out of the gym, signing out and heading to my car in the parking lot. I didn't notice Trey was behind me until a camera guy ran up behind me and started shouting his name. "Trey! Do you come here often? Who's the girl you came out with?" I shook my head as I speeded up to my car and got in. I started up my car and pulled out of the parking lot. Once I got on the road, I was stopped by a red light. "You hungry?" He yelled at me through my open window. I looked over and he was driving his huge Range Rover. "Uh. Sure?" He smirked. "Let's go to IHOP. I ain't even have breakfast before I left out the house." He said, rolling up his window and speeding off when the light turned green. I turned the corner and headed to the IHOP, pulling into the spot next to Trey. I got out the car and grabbed my phone, heading over to his car. "Come on. I'm hungry!" I yelled at him, opening his car door and yanking him out of the car. "Well damn." He said, walking behind me as we entered. "Welcome to IHOP. How many? Oh shit!" The hostess yelled when she looked up and saw Trey. "Your. Your Trey Songz! Oh my gawd!" She yelled. "Can we just get a booth for two please?" I asked, impatiently as she sulked over him. "Y-yeah. Follow me." She said, grabbing two menus and heading to a booth. We sat down and she walked away.