Stupid Rich Girl

$ 18 - Guilty

~What if we used to be able to make wishes but then someone wished we couldn't? ~

Rosen

Punch after punch. I continued my endless wrath on the old punching bag, hanging from the clanking chain. The sweat dripped from my hair and onto my forehead as well as the rest that coated my body.

"It's getting late, c'mon"

I grabbed onto the bag to stop it and rested my forehead against it, my breathing now heavy pants against the material. My knuckles hurt from even the slight grip I had in it.

"I'm not done" I panted. Noah scoffed and came up beside me. He pushed the bag away from me and rested his hands on my shoulders as I rolled my head back and closed my eyes.

"You've been here since four, Rosen, it's now around eleven" He stated. I sighed and shook my head, pushing him away as I walked towards the bench. I grabbed the towel and quickly rubbed over my head and face before slinging it around my neck and sitting down with a water bottle.

"Ya gonna tell your big brother why you've gone all pregnant woman on us for the past few days? You were doing good before that, I had barely seen you in here" He said, walking towards me. I ignored the first comment and continued.

"Isn't that a bad thing, fight seasons coming up and I was slacking. You should have been kicking my ass for it" I grumbled.

"You devoted your whole social life to this life, a little bit of time off didn't do ya any harm" He said, smiling sarcastically. I ignored him and took another gulp from the water, feeling it rush down my throat felt like putting out a bunch of flames. Noah just watched me intently.

"What had you so distracted?" He questioned slowly. I shook my head and stood up.

"It doesn't matter, she's out of the way now any way. I promise she won't be taking up that much of my time any more, I'm gonna stay focused" I muttered as I gathered my things.

"She?"

Fuck.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" I said nochantly when in reality, I was choking myself inside. Noah walked up beside me with a smug smile on his face that I just wanted to get rid of already.

"Wow, never thought I'd see the day where little Rosen had the balls to talk to a girl" He mocked. I rolled my eyes and began to unwrap my hands, slowly unravelling to reveal my bloody and bruised knuckles.

"I barely speak to her, she does all the talking. She's annoying any way so the distance will do me good " I said monotone. Though a part of me knew that wasn't true. The part where distancing myself a bit will do me good, of course. Not the part that she's annoying, cause she really fucking is.

"I call bullshit" Noah smirked. I rolled my eyes and threw the wrap into the bin. "So tell me, who's the unlucky lady" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" I grumbled.

"Try me" Noah chuckled. "Unless you say its Léna Key, that would be a different story. Well more like a fairy tale or a myth for you" He snorted. A smug expression crossed my face but I kept it from my lips as I turned to face him, eyebrow raised and arms folded. He looked at me for a second, confused until it dropped so fast like something you'd see in a movie.