Page 39 of Forgotten Comeback
Don’t be dramatic. Gavin and I asked you to join. You’re the one who got all mad and left.
Dramatic?
Text bubbles appear, and I block Mia’s number, deleting the message thread. “Popped those bubbles with a block. How’s that for dramatic, bitch?”
Now that righteous indignation is coursing through my veins, I get ready for the gym and make the drive across town. I’m in such a mood, I don’t even turn on my audiobook; just like, rawdoggs the drive.
My thoughts return to Mia, and by extension Gavin, and a big ole scowl is on my face when I park.
Stomping to the entrance, I scan my card and stash my bag in my locker. Giving the empty bench a kick, all I accomplish is hurting my toe.
I exit the locker room and round the corner, crashing into a brick wall of a man. A surprised yelp escapes my lips as Gavin grabs my shoulders, righting me before I fall on my ass; I smack his hands away.
“Easy, man-eater.” He holds up his hands slowly like he’s dealing with a cornered wild animal. “Didn’t want you falling at my sweaty feet again.”
“I’m surprised to see you this early. Figured you’d still be out destroying relationships,” I say with venom.
He snorts in disbelief. “Taylor, if you think I’m responsible for destroying your ‘relationship,’ you’re blinder than I thought.” He uses air quotes aroundrelationship.
“Excuse me?” I cross my arms, staring him down.
“Mia was looking for a good time, not a long time?—”
“And you were just the man to show her a good time,” I grit between my teeth.
“If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been another guy. She was always going back to the D,” he says matter-of-factly.
Deep down, I know he’s right, but that does nothing to quell my rage. “Ah, so you did me a favor. My God, your fuckboy logic is something else,” I say with derision.
“Did she even apologize?” he challenges.
My nostrils flare.
Gavinclickshis tongue. “What I thought.”
“Didyoueven apologize?” I counter.
“Why should I? You said it yourself: I did you a favor. You’re welcome, by the way.” He flashes his pearly whites.
“Move.” I shove past Gavin, only for him to easily catch up with me.
“I’m the new trainer. Are you ready?”
It’s my turn to snort in disbelief. “You are fucking high if you think I’m training with you.”
He lifts a muscular shoulder. “It’s me or nothing.”
Chin squared, I inform him, “Nothing, all the way.”
“That leaves me withnothingto do for an hour. Guess I’ll sit and watch. Not that it’s a bad view.” His eyes take another entitled stroll up and down my body, and I hate that my nipples are pebbled for some damn reason.
“Alright, Gavin. You can train me,” I tell him, and he looks taken aback at my acquiescence. “But only if I get to punch you.”
“Deal.”
“Really?” I eye him suspiciously.
“Sure.Ifyou can land a blow.” He smiles smugly.
