Philophobia

The Syndrome

One. Two. One. Two. I followed that same pattern while jumping back and forth fists up and punching the cold hard bag that was as big as I was as I stayed on my feet. I protected my thumb and swung left fist first my right alway protecting my face as a jumped back then forward again I felt the tiny beads of sweat forming my pony tail kept hitting me in the face and I could feel the cool air of the gym on my stomach. As I continued my routine then just for the heck of it I threw in a round kick and then went back to the routine throwing in a lick every once in a while.

I kept my headphones in and was blasting 5sauces Mrs. All American and you know that moment when you want to run to your front door hoping your fave band member is there to kiss you well I was having one of those moments but I wasn't home so I couldn't have a complete freak out moment. I stopped bouncing on my feet and took a huge gulp from my water bottle, before wiping my forehead I temporarily took out my headphones even though I could still hear the music. I heard someone chuckle and turned to meet a pair of stormy grey eyes.

"Your doing it wrong" Dimitri said and I caught a accent in his voice and man was it hot I just couldn't quite place it it was a bit Italian with a brush of French and a sprinkle of Mexican like I said hot

"I'm pretty sure I know how to throw a punch pretty boy" i retorted

"Apparently you don't princess" he said walking up to me did I mention he was shirtless his olive covered skin beaded with sweat his physique was lean and muscular he had a delectable six pack and v-line his honey brown hair was sticking to his forehead and I was wearing a sports bra and shorts because well this was a gym but anywho I was openly staring at this hot guy as he stalked up to me. Dimitri towered over me and I turned my back to him so we were skin to skin and I got this weird burning sensation from that.

"Then point me in the right direction pretty boy"

"Gladly sweet heart"

The way he said sweet heart made me shiver it was like the word effortlessly rolled off of his tongue. He placed a hand on my bare stomach and whispered in my ear.

"Always keep tension here" his nose brushed my cheek and I don't know why but I honestly thought of divergent when this whole thing went down I nodded as he continued "and you need to throw your whole arm into the punch so it makes more of an impact" he said

I threw a punch the way he said once he stepped away from me.

"So like that"

"Exactly like that princess"

"I have a name you know its Jasmine"

"Well Jasmine at least your doing it right this time"

"I was never doing it wrong" I replied
He smirked at me and I felt my insides melt oh god this couldn't be happening.

"Stop that" I said agitatedly

"Stop what" he said that stupid sexy from still on his face

"That what ever that is" I said motioning towards his face and the rest of his body from head to toe.

"You mean my sexiness" he said confidently

"Call it what you want pretty boy just turn it off" I whined

"You can't turn all of this" he said motioning to his body "off its a gift and a curse" he said dramatically

I laughed and he looked at me with curious eyes cocking his head to the side.

"Is something wrong with my laugh" I said suddenly subconscious I mean I was only wearing a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts which were pretty darn short. I caught a lock of my hair between my fingers and twirled around them a old habit I kind of picked up. I looked at him beneath my eyelashes analyzing his facial expression

"No it's just better to see you laughing and smiling rather than crying mà chère and your laugh is well it's cute" he said making me blush oh god this boy is smooth like I can't believe it's not butter smooth and he's hot this guys could melt glaciers.

"What are you?" I didn't mean to say it out loud so you could imagine how red my face got when he chuckled at me and I saw the little twinkle in his eyes and no Jasmine no he's not worth it don't fall for it again please please please don't

"I'm a normal guy" he replied

"Honey normal guys don't talk or look like that have you seen the guys at my school" I said only half joking a small smile working its way on my flushed cheeks

"Yeah I have and I can honestly say I don't have much competition" he joked back and I giggled I GIGGLED LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL lord please just shoot me now

"Competition for what?" I asked curiosity

"You" he replied coming back up to me

I backed away slung my gym bag over my shoulder and ran out of the gym and to my car locking the doors and breathing heavily I wiped the sweat off of my face with my towel and pressed my hands on the steering wheel slowly calming down I couldn't deal with this with him and how fast he made my heart beat. I didn't want this I didn't want him but boy did I ever I couldn't lie to myself my body was hyper aware when he was around but it was also on the same page with my mind I didn't want to get hurt again so my heart was and wasn't on my side the same theming went for my body. Gosh why'd he have to come here of all places why here why my home town and why did he have to try to get involved with me. I drove away from the gym and called Rose she said she'd meet me at my house.

-3 hours later-

"Why are you complaining he's hot he's sweet he's smart he's hot" rose continues her fiery red hair up in a secure bun and forest green eyes playful " maybe a dose of hunk is just what you need Jas just give in to the hot side" she joked with a wink plopping down on my bed

I laughed at her before replying with my usual answer "I can't"

"Why are you doing this to yourself doll you deserve to be happy" she said lying beside me

"Because I don't want to get hurt"

"I get that but know your not living anymore your simply existing and wasn't it you who told me life isn't worth living if we're only existing" she countered using my words against me I nodded and she smiled "good now find something hot to wear we are going out tonight"

Philophobia symptom 7- fight or flight syndrome