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THURSDAY
ETHAN P.O.V

'Yo, Gray! Wanna work out with me?' I yelled across the yard while taking my shirt off.

'I'm good, bro. I had my workout this morning," he yelled back, showing a girl out.

He looked back at me and smirked.

'You're sick," I mumbled under my breath and put my boxing gloves onto my hands and squared up on the punching bag.

I started pacing back and forth on my two feet and held my hands in front of my face, getting ready to punch the bag.

I threw my first punch.

Rebecca kissed another guy. In front of me.

Second punch.

She is always upsetting me.

Third and forth punch.

Why can she not open up to people?

Fifth and sixth punch.

I was panting heavily and my fingers were aching at this point, but I didn't care.

With anger rushing through my body, I gave one huge punch onto the punching bag, sending it a meter back.

Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I knelt down and done 10 push-ups rapidly.

Do I like her?

No I don't.

Yes I do.

No I don't.

I stood up and threw my right leg up, sending a kick to the upper right of it.

Of course I don't, I can't like a heartless bitch.

Then why is she constantly on my mind?

I repeated my actions with my left leg, this time with more force.

'Dude! Chill! What's gotten into you?' Grayson came over, pulling me back from the punching bag.

'Nothing's gotten into me, let me go," I said, thrusting my shoulders away from his grip and taking off my gloves.

As expected, my knuckles were a deep shade of red, with bruises all over. A few gashes here and there were oozing with blood.

'Whatever you say, big boy,' Grayson threw his hands up in defense and took a few steps back, then turned around on his heel and walked away.

I sighed and picked my shirt up, still recovering from the anger that came over me, and headed upstairs.

REBECCA P.O.V

I laid motionless on my bed, in deep thought.

There is no way I am catching feelings for this boy, he doesn't deserve someone like me, he's way too pure for that.

I still want him though, his presence is comforting.

But I can't be with him, not now, my state is way too bad.

He won't even agree to be with me.

He doesn't even feel the same way.

But why did he look so hurt when I refused to kiss him?

I groaned and threw my head onto my pillow, trying to clear my thoughts.

This boy is going to be the death of me.

ETHAN P.O.V

I turned the hot water on and let it run down my tense body, easing my muscles.

I've finally accepted the fact that I have feelings for this girl, and the feeling is very new, I can't deal with it.

I sighed again, and applied my shampoo.

I was about to get under the water again when I froze.

Oh my lord, I totally forgot.

How could something like this escape my mind?

I have to tutor her tomorrow.

What a great time to do something I thought was going to be fun, especially when you are tutoring a girl you tried to kiss once but got rejected.

These sessions are going to get awkward.

I sighed for the one millionth time this morning.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

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