Battle of Hearts

Chapter 9- The Punching Bag Stories

Chapter 10- The Punching Bag Stories

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"Ha! You lose!" Ally said lifting her hands in the air.

"You cheated. I say Rematch."

"Well, it's not my fault you play like a kid. So just dial the number and order pizza because you just L-O-S-T." she said spelling the word 'lost' to rub her victory in Cameron's face. She had just won a game against Cameron who claims to be the best. That was big deal for her.

"Rematch!"

"No."

"Ok. Fine. I order your pizza but then there will be a rematch." He said in defeat and a goofy grin was plastered across Ally's face. She was happy because she didn't have to eat crappy food of her house.

"Done."

"I will beat you this time." Cameron said confidently. She laughed coldly at his face thinking he couldn't do that in a million years.

"Game on. But first order a pepperoni pizza." She said crossing her arms on her chest.

"You're an evil little monster." He sighed and did what he was told. After that they continued playing a few rounds of Call of Duty. Some of which were won by Cameron and some by Ally. The door bell rang indicating the arrival of their pizza.

"I'll get it." He said as he placed down the controller and moved out.

Ally smirked at his retreating figure. First, because she was going to eat free pizza. Free food is more delicious than any other delicacy of the world. And second, because his ass was sexy. His blue jeans were hanging low on his hips showing the band of his boxers.

She quickly shook off that thought. If she started getting attracted to him it would be a lot more difficult to perform her plan of revenge.

"You will not think about him." She scolded herself loudly. There was one guy that had already invaded her mind, Jake. She didn't need another one to destroy her brain cells. Hot guys really destroy your power of thinking.

Cameron finally returned with 2 boxes of pizza and a bottle of coke in his hands. He placed it on the table in front of the couch they were sitting. Both of them opened their respective pizza boxes and started digging. They had paused the game.

"So I am guessing this your brother's room. Where is he?" he asked taking a bite of his pizza.

"Yeah. He went to college 2 years ago."

He looked around and spotted a punching bag hanging on the ceiling. Curiosity got over him and he asked "What's a punching bag doing here?"

"My brother used to do kickboxing." She told him skipping the part that she used it too. When she was angry or upset about something, she would come here and start punching and kicking. It really helped her calm down. But he didn't need to know that.

He nodded opening the bottle of coke. She took a bit of melted cheese and swirled it around her index finger. She put it in her mouth and moaned at the richness of the cheese. "Heavenly." She mumbled.

"How's your ankle?" he asked breaking her trance.

"Ugh... What... My leg? It's fine."

"Can you walk now?"

"No." she said biting her pizza slice.

"Put your leg here." He said tapping the empty space between them.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it." She did as she was told. She brought her leg up carefully and placed it on the couch. She watched him rub his hands to get rid of the food dust. Then he bent forward, held her leg with his hands and twisted it in the right direction.