Hey guys, I know I haven't finished Nothing But Pain yet, but school has made everything really hectic especially since mine was flooded so we had to relocate, and then there was standardized testing and everything was crazy. I don't want you to think I'm one of those authors that write like, one chapter and then give up. Just bear with me here, please.

So this is my second fanfic. It was kind of just an idea that popped into my head, so I'm not too sure where it's going yet. I have a couple of ideas, but either way, review and tell me if I should continue this or just ditch it.

I know the chapter is rather short, but that's the way I like it, so I can update faster, and that way I'll avoid rambling pointlessly.

DISCLAIMER: Characters and certain elements taken from Richelle Mead. I don't own them.

I couldn't take it anymore. Watching my best friend and her boyfriend making out on the couch, the one that Ihad to sit on every day, was repulsive. Here I was trying to watch How I Met Your Mother in peace, while Lissa and Christian were getting it on right next to me, not a single care in the world about how I had to witness this happening. I turned my head away and tried to focus on the TV, hoping to tune out the frantic kissing and panting and moaning happening right next to me. Uggh! I had to get out of there, and I had to do it fast, before this became some weird type of free porn.

I grabbed my purse and raced out the door, hearing it slam behind me. Hot July air blasted me in the face as soon as I stepped out the door of the New York City apartment Lissa and I rented together. At least it managed to take my mind off the images of Lissa and Christian together. I guess it was kind of my fault. I did kind of give her permission to allow Christian to stay over sometimes, as long as he stayed in her room. But these days, since school was out, Christian had pretty much hung out here 24/7. He ate our food, slept in Lissa's room, and basically made it his home. He was an extra body in our house that didn't have to pay rent.

Which under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have really minded. He was a pretty decent guy whose snarky, dry humor amused me. Plus, I felt bad for him, seeing as his parents had been shot in a bar when he was five, and he had to live with his aunt Natasha. Although Aunt Tasha was pretty nice and all, Christian wasn't the biggest fan of her, seeing as Tasha was the only one who survived that shooting in the bar. Maybe he thought it was unfair for her to survive and not his parents. Maybe he believed Tasha could've saved them if she wasn't so drunk and drugged up at the time. He still loved her – I know he did – but it didn't mean he wanted to be around her so much. So I let him stay over.

But really, when your girlfriend's roommate lets you stay over, you could at least show some appreciation by not making out right in front of her face. But apparently Christian didn't have such manners. And sadly, with him around, neither did Lissa.

Mentally sighing, I walked down the street in search of something to do, somewhere to go. There was no way I was going back to the apartment any time within the next few hours. I couldn't put up with that again.

I walked a couple blocks before hitting a main, crowded street. There wasn't much around except a bunch of boutiques, and seeing as I had just gone marathon shopping with Lissa and her cousin Mia last week. Besides the stores, there was a bunch of restaurants full of tourists, a couple theaters, and a gym.

That last one caught my attention. I supposed I could use some gym time. It wouldn't hurt. After all, I wasn't fat – thanks to my amazingly high metabolism I could eat all the Big Macs in the world – but I wasn't…say…fit. I wanted to have that lean, totally toned, sexy body. And honestly, a couple of tiring days in the gym could definitely take my mind off of the whole Lissa-Christian situation. Right? I'd never worked out at a gym before – at least not full time – so I didn't know how it would be, but for anything, it was worth the experience, right? I really didn't have anything else to do anyway, seeing as so far, all I'd been doing is watching TV and trying to sneak into bars with my fake ID. I was sick of all this – I craved action. Maybe a gym was exactly the thing for me.

Heading for the door, I watched a few people come out, soaked in blood, sweat, and tears. Okay, maybe only sweat, but still, you get the point. They looked exhausted, and about to fall over. It was daunting, but I didn't let it stop me, because when Rose Hathaway makes her mind up, nothing can change it. Nothing,I thought as I pushed open the glass door. I stepped inside and was greeted by some mercifully cool air conditioning. I didn't realize until then exactly how hot I was from the mid-summer weather.

A lady sat behind a desk on my left, and I headed over toward her. She was middle-aged and looked like she might be able to use a workout. A bunch, actually. I really thought these gyms should hire people who at least looked like they attempted any exercise at all.

She gave me an obviously-phony smile, accenting the numerous wrinkles on her face. "Hi there, welcome to City Fitness. How may I help you?" I hated the fake, insincere air people like her put on, but I guess now wasn't exactly the time to bitch about it.

I gave her a mocking smile, one equally as fake as hers, before I spoke. "I…um…want to work out here over the summer, I guess." No! I thought to myself with sarcasm. I thought you were here to buy ice cream!

If she was scornful of what I had said, she didn't say anything, and I was glad. She already annoyed me, and if she had said anything of my let's-state-the-obvious response, I would've been deeply irritated. I just might've punched her, and I didn't think "she pissed me off" would've been an adequate reason when it came to the cops. Or if some huge, ripped trainer came out and threatened to beat me up.

"Of course – I'd be happy to help you find something that works for you. Now, would you like a monthly membership, or do you think you want a personal trainer?"

I considered it. I liked to think of myself as an independent woman who didn't need someone else's help, but then again, I guess I did. I had almost no experience with most of the equipment I here, and I would mostly likely kill myself attempting to use one of them. On the other hand, if personal trainers were anything like the ones I saw on The Biggest Loser, they would probably kill me. Ah heck, if I was going to die anyway, I as might as well die working my ass off in the hands of some pitiless, hard-core trainer than getting clunked in the head with some huge machinery. I figured my headstone should read "Gave up her life for the sake of health and fitness" or something, rather than "Died because of stupidity in operating gym equipment."

"A personal trainer would be great," I replied, voice confident this time. I wasn't sure how it would turn out, but another stupid remark wasn't going to escape my mouth. Not this time. Thankfully.

"Normally, I'd give you a choice, but we only have one available right now. Would you like him?"

"Okay, sure, sign me up for the whole summer." I tried to make it sound like this was something I did all the time although I was honestly scared to find out what I was getting myself into. I handed over my Platinum VISA card, not even looking at the price. I hated this credit card, but the meager cash I had on hand probably wouldn't pay for the personal trainer – they must've been expensive. My dad had given it to me for my 16th birthday, thinking he could make up for not even visiting me for the last 14 years or something. As if. I had taken the card, then slapped his face and stormed out of the room. It did come in handy sometimes, and while I didn't want him to know I was using it – it seemed stupid that I was dependent upon his money – I also wanted him to pay for expensive things like this.

That woman swiped the card and punched a couple of keys before handing it back. "Great. I'll have Trainer Belikov come out."

I nodded though the name Belikov was kind of intimidating. It sounded so tough, so fierce, so strong. Like steel, almost. Yeah, all my Biggest-Loser-crazy-trainer fears came rushing back. Oh God. This summer was going to be nuts. Even worse than the time I had to babysit Lissa's uncle's five cats. I mentally shuddered.

His footsteps were a big giveaway. Not to say he needed to be quiet, but considering I was in my frozen-with-fear state, I was extremely grateful that he didn't just pop out of nowhere without warning. Then again, the power in his footsteps also scared me to death. My mind stopped working, and started to act like a stuck CD. What have I gotten myself into? What have I gotten myself into? I didn't know what to think.

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-rozabelikovaforever (you can call me chris)