Barely Legal

Naoi Déag - Towel Hats

Theas pov

I stayed in the gym while everyone else left for Kayleigh's little 'mission'.

The music pumped through the speakers so loud that I could feel it in my chest, making the sound of my pants and my fists slamming against the boxing bag almost inaudible.

Footsteps stomped down the stairs to the basement/gym but I was too focused to even notice Gilinsky screaming at me.

"Thea! Turn that shit down!" He kept trying to yell at me but I didn't even here him and continued to beat the shit out of the boxing bag.

When the music turned off I was snapped from my trance and shot my head over to Gilinsky who stood smug against the stereo and speakers that my phone was plugged into.

"Now, I can actually hear myself think" he rolled his eyes.

I scoffed, pissed off that he turned off the music. "You must love silence"

He squinted at me angrily and crossed his arms over his sweaty unclothed chest, making me raise a brow. "What? Couldn't hear your porn loud enough?"

He looked confused until he realised his attire and blushed, embarrassed and annoyed. "I was out for a run"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the boxing bag. "Turn the music back on and leave," I said while tightening my ponytail and readying myself to go back to beating the shit out of the sand filled bag.

"Your knuckles are busted" Gilinsky pointed out like a child.

I rolled my eyes, pissed off that the music still wasn't turned back on. "No shit Sherlock, want a medal?"

"Why are you so snarky?" He asked me amused as I only it more pissed off.

"No I'm not" he huffed a laugh through his nose at my reply.

"Yes you are" I turned to face him and glared.

"No, I'm not"

"Yes, you are"

As you could imagine, this back and forth happened for a while until I knocked him on his back and held him in a certain chokehold he couldn't escape.

He coughed and choked on air, trying to breath while he continuously tapped my leg to get off him before his red face turned purple and he passed out. Or died.

"No im not"

I shoved off him and stood up, leaving him to cough and wheeze on the ground himself. "That literally proved my point"

"Out" I glared at him before turning on the music and going back to the boxing bag.

He left in a huff up the stairs, grumbling about going to be bruised but I was too focused to notice, and didn't give a shit.

~*~

I stumbled up the sodden staircase a while later. I've been down there since Scott dragged me from the living room, right after I kicked him out.

I was pissed alright?

I heaved my aching body into the kitchen and fell onto a seat at the table.