A.N. Italics are either english meanings, flashbacks, or spanish words. It makes sense when you read it! This is Taz during the 'party'...

Taz jumped on the chance to work out while everyone else was gone at the party. She felt like with all the teaching she was doing, she couldn't work out as often. This freaked her out. It was her addiction, working out. Feeling the pain in her arms, legs, abs and ignoring it and pushing through? Best feeling she's ever felt. And the sore feeling the day after? Yeah... Addicted. She's met Rangers addicted to worse. Drugs, alcohol, girls, guys...

So she pushed herself harder today than ever before. She knew she underestimated her limits. She knew that everyone underestimated her limits too. But she let her mind wander back to when she was introduced to this course...

"With that sort of cheek, you'll be doing the Torture Course. Twice. Tonight, seven o'clock," Commander Twist said. The whole class gasped, the Torture Course? Seriously? And TWICE? That was a serious punishment. Taz took it in stride, though she knew not of this 'Torture Course'.

"Yes sir,"

"Now, everyone turn to page 394,"

She returned at seven to the third gym room. He showed her the course and watching with mirth as she struggled through the first time, getting hit with a lot of the zappers' paintballs and getting her arm sliced with the edge of a blunt knife. The second time, she flew through it quickly and didn't get hit as much. She nodded at him as he allowed her to leave. Once she got a taste of the course, she loved it. She went back time and time again, always pushing for one more round. She went at least once a week, twice if she could balance it and schoolwork.

But now she was an actual Ranger. And when she wasn't teaching classes, she was in the weaponry or here in the gym.

But even the Torture Course couldn't keep her mind off of it.

"Ese idiota estúpido! No se puede mantener la nariz de mi negocio! ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué no puedo solo puedo morir en un agujero y olvidarlo? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué tengo que amarlo tanto?" That stupid idiot! Can't keep his nose out of my business! Why? Why can't I just go die in a hole and forget him? Why? Why do I have to love him so much?

She collapsed at the end of three hours of running and going through the Torture Course. She let one single tear, the only sign of her upset nature besides her muttering run down her face before straightening up. She won't let herself go soft. It's not allowed. She was a man at heart, or so people assumed. But who cares? They're all idiotas anyways.

She chugged three bottles of water and then headed over to the gym to spar with punching bags and do sit ups until she could no longer breathe. She relished in the pain of forgetting to wrap her knuckles as they split open against the bag, leaving traces of her blood smeared into the blue fabric. She felt the pleasure of feeling her abs cramp up. She felt the straining of her biceps and triceps as she did pull ups on the bar. Yet none of this was enough to get that idiota out of her head.

She stumbled back to her room, drunk with pain and pleasure. She saw Up standing at her door. She put on her defiant face.

"Are you drunk?" he asked confused.

"Nah, just worked out," she said flippantly. He didn't need to know that she ran ten miles and the Torture Course nine times. He already saw her bloody knuckles.

"Dang girl... with that amount of drunken nature... Seven miles and five times?" he asked. She felt the need to correct him.

"Psh, try ten miles and nine times, plus two times my normal work out,"

"Tryin to forget something?"

"Si,"

"Someone?"

"Si,"

"Who?"

"Someone,"

"Please tell me?"

"No,"

"Why?"

"Look, I don't need to tell you nothing, alright?"

"You used to open up to me," Up said, downcast.

"Well this I must keep to myself," Taz said, chin up, adrenaline gone.

"Why? Why can't you trust me with this?" he asked defensively.

"Have you thought to see if you were my problema?" Taz asked, throwing her very sore arms in the air.

"No... what did I do?"

"Estoy in love with you, estúpido idiota! Y aún no tiene ni idea, pero tened colgando a mi alrededor y me sale enfermo y cansado de fingir no quererte! No puedo tomar ya!" she shouted in Spanish. I'm in love with you, you stupid idiot! And yet you have no idea, but keep hanging around me and I get sick and tired of pretending to not love you! I can't take it anymore!

With that she ran into her dorm, tears falling down her face for the first time in ten years.

A.N. Review? Please? All Spanish is google translate... Krayonder and Specs at the party will be later. Cliffie? Yeha, I'm mean xD. Not next chapter but the one after is where I'll address these two again! SO review, review for the next parts!