Losing the last jigsaw

$3- Like me or Love me

Shannon Miller on the side----)

Holly's PoV

After seeing all those messages, my heart skipped a beat. I slammed my phone on the table and got into the shower. After 10 minutes of the cold shower, I wrapped myself into a towel and went to the third floor of the house, which stored all of my clothes. Quietly, I took my lift up to the next floor, and looked for some running clothes in the wardrobes. I took of my towel and looked at myself in the mirror. My body had faint scars and bruises all over it. After staring at the mirror, I took the lift back to the bedroom and wrote Shan a note to say I was out to the gym.

On the ground floor of the house was my own personal gym, but I didn't like it, so I went to my local gym. I hated people to disturb while I was working out, so I had bought the gym for an hour every day.

When I was back in Primary School, everyone had called me Fat Hole, so I was bullied at school. Everybody called me names and I didn't have any friends. When it was the last year of Primary, I had begged my brother to give me some money to go to the gym. I had gone there every single day, until I had worked up this bad boy on my stomach. In a year, I had a six pack, with a really toned body. Secondary school was a huge change for me. Many boys drooled for me to just notice them. I was popular. The funny thing was that the big bully that had abused me back in Primary was now the Schools biggest loser. Everybody at school knew I was a pop star and how rich I was. The sad thing was that every person had tried to suck up to me except for Scarlett. She was my archenemies on the first year of high school. Then, she realised that I weren't a stuck up snob and became best friends with me.

At school, I wanted to be treated normally. When I looked at some people, they would just turn around and walk away, or just look away because they were too frightened of me. I hadn't done anything to them, but they were just petrified of me because I had lots of money. . My brother had always wanted me to use some money to send myself to a stuck up posh private school, but I knew that I wouldn't fit in. The people there probably wouldn't know who I am, and have Mozart on their playlists.

Now, at the age of 18, I was in sixth form now, and I passed the exams with all A*. Many people from secondary have come to the same sixth form as me. That was when I had met Shannon. I walked up the corridor, and saw a short brown hair girl with beautiful blue eyes.

The head, called me to her office to escort her around the school and to her classes. She was the smart new girl everybody was talking about. Luckily, everyone was in class by now, so I could have some time alone. Only my family knew I liked girls, so I was lucky that no one else knew. I had felt a special connection when I first saw her. She had instantly recognised me from the media. The funny thing about her was that the first thing she said to me when I met her was....

"I'm gay."

I gave leant closer to her and whispered to her ear "Maybe I am too."

I looked back at her face, and there was a smirk.

If you hadn't noticed, I am quite confident with the girls. When I was 15, my hormones went crazy, and all I did every night was have sex with half of my school. All the jocks and some of the nerds. This was something that only people in my school knew, and not my public fans. This may make me sound like a whore, but now I'm like a pro in bed which I am happy about.

Enough of the sex, back to the gym. I plugged in my beats to my ipod and started on the treadmill. I started to get into my rhythm of the running and concentrated, but then, I laid my eyes on something else......

Standing there was a beautiful blond girl, with black highlights. She had light hazel eyes that were mesmerizing, and she had the most perfect body. I knew this woman was around her twenties, but she was like Megan Fox to me. Back to reality, I had started to stumble because of the beautiful sight I was seeing. That was when Shannon popped up into my mind. I shook the image away of the beautiful blond, and started to make sure I remembered I had a girlfriend. Quickly, I had jumped off the Treadmill, and realised that the blondie had come in without permission. There were guards outside making sure no one disturbed me, but how did she get in here? I walked over to the weights and let my mind relax. That's when I saw the women changing her music, to one of my hit tunes, 'LIKE ME OR LOVE ME' I felt a smirk appear on my face. Bravely, I walked over to her and pulled out one of her earbuds.

"Don't mind me asking, but how did you get in here?"

She looked a bit taken back to what I had just asked "Well, I had just walked in here."

I knew I wasn't going to get a straight answer from her, so I just said "Okay," and walked to the door.

Surprisingly, my guards weren't there. I wondered where they had disappeared too. If some crazy supporters saw me, they would just attack me, and ask me for an auto-graph. Don't get me wrong, I loved the fans, but I was a really self-conscious and claustrophobic. It had all started when I was abused when I was younger.

I stopped worrying and started to change from my sweaty gym clothes. My music was still playing. I was concentrating on the songs, and never saw the blondie come in to the changing rooms, and was staring at my toned abs. I was trying not to look up at her to catch her at the act, but I couldn't resist. I looked up, and instantly, she turned deep red, and looked away. In five minutes time, I had changed into my casual clothes, and was about to walk out of the door. I had tripped up on my own feet and I was thinking about the hard cold ground, but instead I fell into soft warm hands.

Jessicas POV

It was the summer holidays, so school didn't start until September. I was born in South Africa, then moved to Canada, then moved back to Africa, and now I'm in London. I had decided to give the gym a visit. Since I was a young girl, I was always a morning person, now that I'm 24, I learnt the definition of 'Can't be arsed.' This may make me sound very lazy, but when you're a hard-working teacher in the morning, and a nice girlfriend in the evening, life is hard. I needed to start keeping fit because the head mistress told me that the gym teacher is pregnant, so I have to teach the gym class for a few weeks. I have to show them that I'm not a weak teacher. I normally wouldn't work so hard, but because the class I was going to take over was the class with the schools star players, so I had to earn their respect for me.

I was about to go in, to the Gym, when two huge men stopped me. I was confused at what was going on. Was there a crime scene in the Gym or something, so that there needed to be guards? Finally, one of the men spoke to me.