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I figured I'd post something since it's Christmas and I'm bored! Go figure...

Haha, I hope everyone's Christmas was fantastic!

Here's chapter 4 of 'Are You Worth Your Weight In Gold?'!

Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Ryan. I don't own Big Time Rush or anything familiar.


The next day, we practiced as usual. All of us went over the routines we already knew and learned new dances. It was all becoming a routine, which was comfortable. If it were anything besides dancing, I'd be very bored.

After practice, I decided to head to the gym. I hadn't gotten a good workout outside of dance practice for a while and I always enjoyed doing it.

I dressed in a black fitted v-neck with a small Nike swish and a pair of gray and black matching basketball shorts. Then, I slipped on some Vans and made my way out of my apartment.

The gym was empty, which was good because that meant I wouldn't have to smell other people.

I grabbed some weights, adjusting the weight on the bench press. I laid down on my back and gripped the bar of the weight.

Then, I started lifting. I could feel the tightness in my pectorals as well as my triceps.

I did about 50 repetitions and I heard someone walk in.

"Need a spotter?"

The voice irritated me because I could recognize it as James'. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm fine, James," I said nonchalantly, just wanting him to leave.

He chuckled and cleared his throat. "Are you sure?" he asked me. "I don't bite,"

I shot back, still with a blank expression, "Yeah, but I do,"

He laughed heartily "That's kinda kinky," in a cheeky voice and took the weight out of my hands. "Whoa, Ry," he said, handling my weights. "That's pretty heavy for such a delicate girl," his voice went into a husky demeanor.

I sat up, finally catching a glimpse of the tan and toned boy. Damn did he have a nice body. He must work out every day. Then, I snapped out of my trance and narrowed my eyes, "Don't call me that," I said quickly.

He smirked. "Why not?"

"Because that's what my friends call me," I spat at him. Could he be even more irritating?

"Ouch," he mocked, putting a hand to his chest. "When are you going to step off of your high-horse, Ryan?"

"You aren't one to talk," I told him simply. "Can you just leave?"

"I have to exercise. You can't have a body this toned and gorgeous without proper care," he grinned and flexed his right arm.

"Okay then," I rolled my eyes. I couldn't help but stare at his tan body. It was perfectly in shape. Only guys like him would be this obsessed with looking good and keeping it up. Part of it made me cringe, but he did look good. No arguments here. Too bad he had a hideous personality underneath all of those luxurious locks.

"What?" he smirked over at me. "Like what you see?" he flexed both of his arms and grinned.

"You're an idiot,"

"I never said I was intelligent," I shrugged. "But that has nothing to do with being good-looking," he wiggled his eyebrows and pulled out a black comb from no where, running it through his hair subconsciously.

"I can't believe I have to put up with this every day," I said under my breath, but he still heard.

He scoffed. "Girls would kill to be in your place, you're one lucky girl if you ask me,"

"You're probably right," I said, catching a grin on his face. "But, you still irritate me," I told him.

"Working with James Diamond is an experience that you should enjoy," Good Lord, he sounded like an infomercial or something.

"Psshh," I said. "That may be true to most girls, but not to me," I shook my head.

"You realize that we're going to have to get along if we work together, right?" he asked, sitting on an adjacent bench.

"We don't have to," I said. "I can avoid you, you can avoid me," I shrugged like it was nothing.

"How would that work when we're on tour together?"

"I'm sure that you'll be equally obnoxious on tour too. I think I can handle avoiding the great James Diamond where ever I am," I said, exaggerating the boy's name just because.

"You're the obnoxious one!" he said, defending himself. "I've never met someone that's that disgusted with me. What's your problem?"

"My problem is that you don't even give up, do you?" he looked thrown off. "You're such a flirt and I don't know how much longer I can take acting like I don't want to punch you in the face! Must I revisit the fact that I work for you?"

"Look, I'm a genuinely nice guy, once you get to know me. I'm sure you're great underneath all of that...you," he said. Was he trying to offend me? Or was he really just that dumb? He's charming to every other girl, just not to me; how could he say that he was nice?

I rubbed my temples, "I'm sure that every girl thinks you're fantastic," I said half-sarcastic and half-serious, with a smirk twitching onto my lips.

"Yeah, and why don't you?" he said out of anger. I gave him a very confused look. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Girls like you are supposed to like guys like me,"

"What do you mean 'girls like me'?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said, getting up from his seat. "You're a dancer for my band, you're pretty," he listed off. "It doesn't make sense!" he said in a more shrill tone. "Why don't you like me?"

I just tilted my head to the side and looked at the 21-year-old brunette in pure disorientation. Then, I snapped out of it. "Plenty of reasons," I rolled my eyes. "I'm leaving," I said causally, grabbing my things and making my way towards the door.

"You know you're going to regret hating my guts sometime really soon," he said in an all-knowing, almost righteous tone of voice. It was almost a threat.

I pivoted on my foot to face him again. I shook my head and said nothing else. In your dreams, James Diamond.

I walked out of the gym and back to my apartment.

I plopped down on my couch and texted Jo.

James is at it again...

Not long after I sent my text, she wrote back

Jo: Can't he take a hint? Ugh, he's so full of himself!

Can you meet me in the lobby in 5?

Jo: Sure :)

I quickly changed into skinny jeans and a teal tank top. I didn't want to wear my sweaty gym clothes to the lobby.

Jo and I met in the elevator and went to the ground floor where we sat in the middle of the empty lobby.

"So, what was it this time?" she asked.

"I was in the gym and he came up and starting acting like a moron," I rolled my eyes for the fiftieth time that day.

"How are you going to be on tour with him when you're always at each other's throats?"

"Beats me," I said.

She paused, and I could tell she was thinking about something. She bit her lip, "Do you think he might like you?"

"What?" I asked surprised. "No! It's like the opposite of that,"

"I don't know," she raised an eyebrow. "Guys can be kind of mean and even a little show-offy when they like a girl," she explained.

"Yeah, in third grade!" I said. "I'm pretty sure he hates me,"

"Do you hate him?"

I shrugged. "I don't really hate anyone, but yes, I strongly dislike James Diamond," I smiled, trying to lighten the mood of the conversation.

Then, Kendall and the shorter one walked into the lobby. What's his name? Carlos. Yeah, that's it.

Jo looked over and grabbed my wrist, squeezing it tightly. "What if he comes over here?" she took her hand off of me and started straightening the hem of her shirt.

"Hey guys!" I waved them over.

They both turned to me with a smile. Jo's eyes darted to mine in a panic.

"Hey ladies," Carlos said. "What's up?"

"Umm, Jo and I are going bowling tonight!" I made up on the spot. "We wanted to know if y'all wanted to come with us. You can bring whoever you'd like," I nodded over at Jo.

"Sounds great," Kendall smiled. "I know just the place too," he said.

"That's awesome! Isn't that awesome, Jo?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said hesitantly. "It'll be fun!" she sounded a little nervous. She must really have it bad for Kendall.

"I'll call the other guys up and we'll get a limo," Kendall said, messing with his phone.

"You guys don't have to do that," I said, feeling a little bad. "That's expensive,"

The brown-eyed boy spoke up, "Our treat," he smiled. "We'll go all out, it'll be great," he assured.

"How does eight sound?" Kendall asked with a grin stretched across his face.

I looked over at Jo, who looked reluctant, but said, "Sounds great,"

"Okay!" I clapped my hands together. "We'll meet in the lobby before then!"

"Awesome!" Carlos smiled down at me.

"It's been forever since all of us have been bowling," Kendall said ecstatically. "This is gonna be sick!"

"We'll see you later," I said, pulling Jo into the elevator and leaving the two boys in the lobby.

I pressed the button to go to my floor. "I suck at bowling!" Jo said in a sad voice.

"Most people do," I said nonchalantly.

"Why did you have to ambush Kendall?"

"Do you want to date him or not?" I asked, raising a brow.

She just gave me 'the look' for a few seconds. "Okay, I do," she said. "But, you're nuts," she shook her head. "I wish I had the guts to set up an entire hangout session with hot famous guys,"

"They're still not a big deal in my mind," I shrugged. The elevator went to my floor. "You're coming to my room and I'll make you look hot for Kendall," I winked at my blonde best friend, taking her wrist.

"Oh gosh," she said as I dragged her to my apartment.


Next is bowling night!

Guess who else is coming besides the four of them... ;)

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