Sage's POV*
"What, a, dick!" Megan states as I harshly bring my fists to the punching bag.
"Tell me about it." I huff, slamming my foot against the black material.
"Shit Sage, I know you're pissed but, could you take it easy. You're knocking the wind out of me." She sits on the matt holding her stomach.
"Sorry." I chuckle laying beside her.
She just laughs in response.
Megan has been my friend since we were 10. I remember when she walked in the first day of grade four, she looked really miserable. I took a liking to her quickly, considering the fact that I always had the same expression on my face. Everyone says we could be sisters, we both have brown hair, we're the same height and we pretty much have the same personality. But Megan is ten times prettier than me and she has brown eyes, she could be a model if she wanted too.
"So he hasent called you, or come by your house, or even asked Carolione to mention something to you?"
"No." I plainly say.
"You don't like this guy do you?"
"No Meg." I laugh, but it comes out sounding as fake as it feels.
She shakes her head taking a drink of her water.
Soon we start back at the machines, I start to prepare the tredmil when suddenly Megan grabs my wrist.
"Sage don't look now but there is a hotty going hardcore on the punching bag."
Turning my head my jaw drops to the floor, "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Anger rushes through me as I see Ashton across the room.
"Holy shit! Is that him? Fuck Sage how do you do it?!"
It's like i've lost control of my body, before I know it I'm standing directly behind him. I push on his sweaty back as he lurches forward.
"What the hell!" He growls, the hardness in his eyes disapearing once they reach me.
I don't know what to do. I'm not even sure why I pushed him, I couldn't control myself.
I just stand there making myself look stupid as always not being able to get a word out.
"Uh Sage? What are you doing here?" He says carefully.
"It's a gym dip shit." is all I can manage.
"Oh, hehe well yea that's true. So what's up?" he leans against the mirror pushing his hair out of his face.
He's making it really hard to stay mad. But I manage and after the "what's up" my anger bubbles again.
"What's up? well I don't know, just patiently waiting for a phone call or a text."
"Oh really, From who?"
"From you, about my fucking car!"
"I meant to call you about that."
"Well what the hell was the hesitation for. I need my car for going places, you know cause I do that."
"Listen, I'm having a party tonight,"
"I've been told."
"Anyways, why don't you come over. Maybe stay for a little, and then you can pick up your car."
"Why can't you just drop it off?"
"Because I'm an asshole, and you look like you need to have a good time."
I try to fight back a smile. Why does he have to be so fucking cute.
I finally notice Megan's standing behind me when she pinches me to answer.
"Fuck, fine whatever."
"I'll come pick you up,"
"No Caroline is driving over and were going in her car."
"Oh cool, see you tonight then." He smiles before walking back to the punching bag.
"You want to leave?" Meg asks slowly.
"Yea actually. I need to pick out an outfit and do my makeup and shit."
"What's that look for Sage."
"Nothing. I'm just going to make him wish he didn't forget about me. That's all." a small smirk spreads across my face as I pack up my gym stuff.
This is going to be fun.
A/N
Hey guys, I know i literally haven't updated in like 8 years and that this is a really short chapter and stuff and I'm not going to make excuses, I just had no motivation to write anything really. But here you go! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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