A/N: I am rewriting parts of the story, the plot and story will stay the same. I'm just correcting grammar and my writing mistakes and adding a few phrases here and there.

Six's POV

We were in Nine's penthouse; there was only one word to describe it.

Amazing.

At first I was a bit reluctant since there was no way to escape, but then I thought it was genius (though I would never tell that to Nine). There was no way to get up without Nine's key card or buzzing in and Mogs are stupid, but would never attack around so many people.

At first I was secretly seething with jealously, he had this luxurious place without having to move around, but I got over it.

But now I have a tiny problem, I can't stop thinking about Nine. His cocky smile and onyx eyes swarmed in my head.

Hey Six remember John and Sam!

I sigh and get up from my bed. I put my hair in a ponytail, but some of my stubborn bangs stick out.

I head over to the gym and head over to the punching bags. I start thinking of Nine again and before I know I've broken the punching bag. I push it to the corner and use my telekinesis to pick up the sand and throw it away.

I pick up a 200 hundred pound punching bag, which isn't as hard to pick up as you would think.

I start punching it and then Nine's smile pops in my head. I get angrier and punch harder and harder. His face seemed to endlessly fuel my frustration.

I keep punching relentlessly until it breaks and by then I've barely broken a sweat. I do the same thing with this punching bag that I did with the other, I go find my next victim.

I feel bad since it's shiny and looks brand new, but Nine seems to have a never ending supply.

I start punching again, my knuckles are bruised and are about to bleed, but I don't care.

The more I think about Nine the harder the punches get and then I hear a voice behind me, its Nine. Before I turn to face him I punch the bag one more time and it bursts, sand pouring out. My knuckles start to bleed as I turn around.

Nine hollers," What the hell Sweetheart?"

I roll my eyes and growl "Don't call me sweetheart!"

And with that I walk out and feel his eyes looking at my back and I can feel him smirking.

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