Thud Thud Thud.
With each kick Heather delivered to the punching bag, her anger grew. The lights were dim in the basement, where she usually trained, but there was enough light to see what she was doing.
Thud Thud Thud.
How dare Hollander stand her up again! It would have been alright if it hadn't been the dance.
But it had been.
Thud Thud Thud.
If Brett had not have been there, she would have died of embarrassment.
With each kick, her rage started to die down a little.
Walking over to a chair nearby, she picked up a towel and began wiping the sweat from her forehead.
She had been at this for the past five hours. Right after the dance, she had gone downstairs without even a "Hello!" to her parents. More then likely, they had figured out it had gone bad.
She made her way over to the mini fridge and retrieved a bottle of water. Twisting open the cap, she took a long drink and tried to gather her thoughts.
Mark had pulled this same stunt with Sam multiple times. He made plans and then suddenly had to back out of them. That had been one of the reasons that he and Sam had split up.
So of COURSE Heather had decided to date him.
But time and time again, he had disappeared on her.
At the dance, he had SWORN that he was just going to wait outside for Chuck's date to show up.
Just like before, he had pulled his disappearing act, not showing up till near the end of the dance.
A growl of frustration left Heather's lips. What had she done wrong?
Nothing. Her subconscious snarled back. He is to blame here. Not you.
A smirk graced Heather's lips. That was about right. It was all Hollander's fault.
First, she would go shopping.
Then she would make that boy's life a living hell.