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"Rose I'm going!" Lissa yelled from the living room.
"K cya tonight!" I shouted from my closet, but it ended up sounding like, 'k cwa taniight!' because I was trying to but on my sports bra. I was going to go for a jog, which I usually did around 7. At night of course, me and mornings don't get along, at all. I grabbed some navy shorty shorts that said PINK on the butt. I threw on a zip-up hoody last minute; it was only late January in Montana.
Slipped on my ZIGS, best tennis shoes in the world. I put in my IPod earphones then walked out the door, searching through my playlists.
Turning onto the sidewalk, about to select the playlist 'I work out!' I ran into someone. Well I guess technically I 'jogged' into someone. This person was made of brick because I ricocheted off them like rain and a roof. I hit the grass with an 'oof.'
"I'm so sorry." The person made of stone said kneeling down in front of me. It was a man; with a Russian accent edging is words. I looked up throw up my black lashes, blinking away the spinning black dots in my vision. I placed my hand above my eyebrow, leaning on it slightly.
A warm, light hand brushed my own hand away.
"Are you ok?" The man asked, his Russian more pronounced.
"Uh, yeah, I'm good." I said trying to stand up, he placed his hand under my elbow, and to be honest he basically lifted me off the ground. My eyes traveled up the tan forearm, to the muscled bicep, lingering on the toned body underneath the fitted t-shirt. Then the chiseled face to the warm, dark cinnamon eyes, which were staring back. His lips started moving, but I wasn't listening, just watching his lips move.
"Hello…?" He said loudly, with a raised eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah sorry what?" I asked dumbly, tilting my head to the side, my long, wavy ponytail sliding off my shoulder.
"I was wondering if you had a name," The man chuckled.
"Oh, uh yeah, Rose, and yours…?" Why was I stuttering so much? Now he probably think I'm mental or something!
"Dimitri, nice to meet you Rose." Dimitri said, the Russian made my name sound dirty, and I liked it too much.
"You too!" I shouted at him. He just nodded and put an earphone in and waved, jogging away. He crossed the street to the other sidewalk. I literally face-palmed.
I put in my earphones and started jogging, opposite directions we went.
While I jogged my mind wondered to tonight. I finally was going to play…and sing. I hadn't publically performed well since…It had been a long time. I hadn't wrote or even tried to come up with a new song.
I'm glad it's only one song I had to perform and it was with Christian, so I wouldn't be alone. We decided with the cover of Owl City The Saltwater Room. I was still scared out of my mind.
Besides, I told myself, it's only Wednesday. Wednesday at The Café was when all the hipsters and druggy's came slumping in. I'm not judging, I loved these guys, just sitting and talking to the interesting group of people instantly made you feel relieved. Not even Liss could provide such a strange comfort to me, she often wondered why I always headed down to the old coffee shop on Wednesdays.
The morning sun started beating down on my back and sweat began running down my stomach. Finally I made it to the University's gym. I stepped in the door, hit with a large blast of cold, refreshing air conditioning.
"Hey Rosie!" Eddie Castile yelled from the weight room. I rolled my eyes and put my hand on my curvy hip, leaning my weight slightly.
"Watch it, Castile." I playfully snapped. He benched a good three-fifty weight then walked over to me, ruffling my hair like a little girl.
"Oh Rosie, I hope that's not a threat." He chuckled slipping on a pair of gloves, while I pulled mine out. They were magenta colored on the knuckles. We walked onto the main matt, center of the whole gym. We circled slightly, and then both crouched a little.
"Mhmm, let's find out!" I growled with a wicked grin on my face, lunging at him. Eddie swept to the side, throwing a fist out, clipping my shoulder. His manly face, with a sexy early morning shadow on it , was graced with a large, winning smile. I put on my game face.
I faked right then roundhouse kicked him in the side, giving me a little satifacton, even thought he grunted in distaste. Eddie tried to get my shoulder, but while he swung I gave him a wicked right-hook to the jaw. Then totally clothes-lined him in the chest. His hot breath blew out of his mouth, and his face contorted slightly. Eddie shook his head,'shaking off the pain.'
"Come on Eddison, you can do better than that, show me what you got!" I pranced around the edge of the matt, chuckling.
Eddie glared playfully and vaguely I heard someone talking to the front desk.
"You sure you can handle of this Rosie?" He very 'maturaly' flexed his intence upper bicep.
"Come at me, bro!" I sarcastically made a 'ghetto' voice, and beated my fist on my chest.
Eddie blantly laughed, filling the room. It made me smile, a healthy real one too.
We circled again, like lions and their next meal. Finally, Eddie jerked a fist at me, it was about to connect with my eye, when I ducked swiping my feet behind his knees. I had the feeling we were being watched so I decided to show off.
You're such a drama queen, inner me said.
Eddie fell to the ground; we wrestled a little until I cold-clocked him in the gut.
"OUCH?" Eddie gave me the funniest look; I burst out laughing. We were about to get up and go for another round when Tasha's little annoying voice spoke up.
"If you guys are down 'playing around' it would be very nice if you two could show our newest college and gym member around." She basically coughed at us, her perfect black hair, in straight chopped layers hanging down. She was wearing a tiny gray baby-doll dress with hooker heals. I mean come on! This is a fucking gym, Tasha, not a strip club.
Standing next to her was, fuck me, Dimitri. He look partially annoyed, probably because Tasha was practically pulling up her dress for him and talking about how she was such a 'goody good.'
"Sure, it's not like we were doing anything." I sarcastically said, rolling my large eyes to the side.
"Bye Dimitri, if you need anything, and I mean anything just call me." She winked and smiled, touching his arm lightly, then strutted off. Eddie made a gagging noise while I shook my head.
I walked over to Dimitri and grinned, well this was awkward.
It's only awkward for you Rose, because you want to jump his bones right here on the sparing matt. I almost snorted at my inner thoughts.
"How bad was Tasha?" I asked smirking. He snorted and a funny expression crossed over his god-like face. God-like, really Rose?
"What did she say?" I groaned, pinching my nose between my thumb and pointer finger.
"I wasn't really listening but something about how she wanted my whole life story and how 'charitable' she is" He said, wrinkling his noise slightly. Oh, that's really cute.
I started laughing, motioning for him to follow me. He looked at me strangely as I kept laughing loudly; I could practically feel Tasha's ice blue eyes burning my back and at the same time undressing Dimitri.
"Oh yes, having sex with dozens of men for free, how charitable Tasha!" I giggled. My loud laugh seemed to take up the room until Dimitri laughed. It bounced off the gym; it was something I wanted to bottle up in a jar for a rainy day.
Some people even turned to stare; one person actually snickered.
"Ok first stop, weight room." I opened the large, steel doors to the large room. Some loud music was playing along with the rhythm of the clinking of the weights.
We walked around; I showed him some nice equipment, a lot of men said hi to my along the way. Dimitri didn't really speak, I had a feeling he was one of those mysterious guys but had a great true personality. Yet I couldn't help but feel he was about to yell at me to 'give him twenty.' Like he was running on clockwork.
We were about to leave when all of a sudden Dimitri spoke up.
"Do you know all of these men?" He asked a weird expression on his face.
"Yeah, there just the boys." I shrugged my shoulder ad made my way over to the treadmills and any machine along the lines.
"I highly doubt you will be over here, unless you're trying to pick up a chick." I pointed; a majority of the machines were being used by tired, hangover looking fake blondes, hair piled on top of their heads. Looking like they haven't eaten since last Friday.
"Ok." He chuckled, as all the girls practically drooled over him. Not that I can blame them, damn you tight black t-shirt of Dimitri's… damn you.
"Ok, last thing is boxing slash sparring, my favorite!" I practically jumped over the punching bags. Dimitri smirked and pulled out of pair of gloves from his back pocket. Mhmm hadn't seen those there, considering since I have looked in that general region a couple of times.
"Funny, me too." He grinned slipping on his gloves. I'm glad he was loosening up a bit, since he seemed to be wound up a little too tight. I gave him a true Rose Hathaway smirk and walked onto the matt.
"Well then Comrade, show me what you got."
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