Rejected By My Mate And Family [Completed]

I think I'm sick {E}

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At around three am I woke up to start training since today was one of the days that I had to clean everyone's rooms after school.

All one hundred and fifty rooms luckily the other three fifth of the pack was not there.

I jogged down to the training center, and decided to start at the punching bags.

But I stopped when I saw a familiar figure. Luca was there at three am in the morning, I'd always thought that he was too much of a snotty brat to wake up this early.

But I guess that is how he got his gorgeous nicely toned abs, to tell the truth he looks hot when he is sweaty. I wondered if he will look like that after our nights together.

Espera un minuto! I thought.

Had just really compliment the Luca Canalla?

Maybe I am sick. I thought once more.

I was starting to think that waking up at three kn the morning was not a good idea, my mind must have been glitching.

I quickly turned on my heels and headed towards the weights, to pass some time while Mr Hot Stuff finished his rounds.

I wondered how many rounds we will have once a day.

I mentally face palmed myself and made a reminder to never wake up at three am ever again.

After thirty minutes of lifting weights, Luca headed out to the court for a run, he usually went there for about an hour or two. Meaning I had the center all to myself.

As soon as he was out of sight I headed to the bags. Punching bags were always my favorite. I always pictured Alpha Cole or Luca's face, then just start punching. Believe me it was very enjoyable.

After ten minutes of punching I heard Luca's deep and husky voice "Aren't you supposed to be making breakfast?" He asked.

The question was normal the only weird thing about was the way he asked it.

It wasn't out of anger like usual but it was in a teasing yet actually normal voice, like he was having a conversation a person that he was used to.

"Only in an hour twenty minutes, burro" I added the last part under my breath then continued punching the bag.

"Well why don't we make that hour and twenty minutes last?" he suggested in a seductive voice.

"Si en esa hora, veinte minutos, podré castrarte y grapar eso a tu cabeza para mostrar cuánto de un dickhead eres. Entonces sí, hagamos esa hora de veinte minutos." I said in a serious but at the same time sarcastic tone, with a grin on my face.

*Yes, if in that hour twenty minutes I'll be able to castrate you and staple that to your head to show how much of a dickhead you are. Then yes lets make that hour twenty minutes last.*

"Tsk Tsk Novia. Don't forget that I can do whatever I want to you" he said with a wink.

Right when I was about to make a sarcastic comeback, my pone went off meaning I had to go for my hour run.

I pushed passed him but didn't get that far before I felt an arm around my waist as I bumped into a hard rock.

I tried breaking free but he wouldn't budge "would you le-" suddenly I was cut off by his lips on mine.