The Black Rose

07| I really hate math

4th March
12.30 p.m.

I couldn't feel anything. Seriously, every part of my body was numb from training. My arms were shaking, my legs were on fire, my head was throbbing, the whole trifecta.

I groaned, moving away from the cold water. That was going to make my muscles feel worse. It's not like I even had muscles, but that's besides the point.

I stood in the cold shower, shivering, as the rain pelted from outside. I had been standing in the shower for the past fifteen minutes and I was positive I couldn't even move.

I sighed, grabbing the towel from the rack on the side. I quickly changed into leggings and a shirt and hurried out of the bathroom. I shivered at how cold the room was, even when the fan was on its lowest speed.

I hung the towel back up on the rack so that it could dry up. Fuck, that was a bad idea. My shoulders screamed in pain as I threw the towel over my head and onto the rack.

I lied down on my bed, not even caring about the wet stain that was going to form due to my wet hair.

Of course, no peace lasts as the door was rammed open, Dominique running inside, Cara following suit.

"What do you want, Blondie?" I sighed, my arm over my eyes.

"Wake the fuck up, V! I need to tell you something!" She screamed. I groaned. "Cara! Tell her that she needs to wake up or I am going to throttle her myself."

I sat up, running my hands through the wet locks of my hair. "What happened?"

"I just found out that Gigi Hadid is going to have a child? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?" She yelled out. I fell back to the bed, groaning.

"How are you so energetic? What we went through was literal torture!" Cara laughed at my statement.

"I was in badminton back in the um- orphanage, so I do push-ups and sit-ups all the time." Cara shrugged, not really helping me.

"Yeah, and I play volleyball." Dominique gestured at Cara and they giggled together. Wow, okay.

"So, I'm the only one who doesn't play sports?" I sat up, wincing at a slight pain in my stomach. The two of them nodded, grinning like a pack of idiots. "Unreal."

"Well, you didn't throw up or anything, so that's great too, right?" Cara asked. I shook my head but still thanked her for trying to make me feel better.

"Sure, let's go with that. But why aren't you guys excited about Gigi having another child?" Dominique huffed, as I rolled my eyes. "Vienna! You did not just roll you eyes at me!"

She picked up the only pillow on my bed, tossing it towards me. It landed on my head with a soft thump and I let out a bark of laughter.

"Pillow fight? You're on!" I pushed the pillow of her head, repeatedly hitting her with the pillow, hearing her groan at every hit.

"Ouch, ouch- okay! You win, V. Geez, I didn't expect you to be so violent, for someone so unathletic." She laughed at me.

"Take that back!" I laughed, Cara trying to stop me from hitting her again.

"V! Stop, she's hurt!" She pulled me back, and we landed on the floor together, me on top of her.

I quickly got off, helping Cara up. "Are you okay Care-bear?" I asked as she put her hands on her back and stretched.