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beneath their shirts and, crap… see? Hormones. It had to be. I shifted my focus on the TV. Stock car racing should be interesting to learn about. At least the guy on ESPN seemed pretty stoked.
The machine next to mine turned on, the panel of lights coming to life. I keep my eyes forward, well, occupied across the gym on a pair of taut shoulders. That is until I noticed the flash of a tattoo on my neighbor’s wrist. That same design hung on a medallion on my neck.
“Hey,” Connor said, fidgeting with the buttons and flashing me an innocent grin. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I don’t expect to see you ever exercising, to be honest,” I shot back. Sweat dripped from his temples. “Why are you so sweaty?”
“I’ve been working out over there with my roommate.” He pointed to the far corner of the gym that I’d been watching all morning.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at myself. Perfect. I’d spent half my workout unknowingly ogling my ex. Pathetic. He rested his hand on the support rail and I noticed the tell-tale black paint stains under his nails.
“Tagging again?”
“Huh?”
“Your nails.”
He lifted up his hand. “Yeah, I found a group to work with. There’s some cool spots around town. But then there’s one place near the beach, I’m doing this other thing – maybe I can show you some time.”
“Maybe.” Was this his plan? Luring me in with normalcy? On my own ground? He would come out and jog with me, chat me up and ask me out? No way. No chance. I had Louis. I had self-preservation. I had secrets.
I made a show of plugging my ears with my buds and turned up the loud beat of Louis’ band, Radioactive. I focused on my run. Not him.
*
“This is the perfect way to see your boyfriend after 10 weeks, right?” I said, showing off my costume to the girls.
“I don’t really get this zombie thing,” Amber said from the doorway. She might not understand it, but she looks the part. Gnarly pieces of fake flesh hung off her face and a bloody oozing wound covered her neck. “I’m a little more into the slutty catsuit Halloween costume. Who the heck are you supposed to be, Jane?”
“Zombie Frida Kahlo,” I said, tucking my hair into a bun. “I was going to wear this before I heard about the theme, so I improvised.”
“We get into the haunted house for half price if we dress up for zombie night,” Ava said. She’s not a zombie but a hunter – some badass girl from “The Walking Dead.” “Where’s Kelsey?”
Amber shrugged. “I haven’t seen her in days. If she’s coming home, it’s at night or when I’m at class.”
“She must be back on with the boyfriend, then?”
“Who knows? The girl is truly an enigma.”
My phone buzzed on my bed. “It’s Louis,” I said, smiling despite myself that he’s finally here. I carefully picked it up, trying not to smear my makeup. “Hey, babe. You here?”
“About that.”
“About what?” I ducked out of the room and into the hallway for privacy.
“We got a last minute call for a show tonight. A pretty big one for Halloween. We couldn’t pass it up.”
“Oh, right. Okay.” My enthusiasm for the night evaporated. I’d only been willing to go to the haunted house because he would be with me.
“It wasn’t even really my call. Group vote.”
“No, I understand,” I sighed, kicking my toe against the wall. “I just miss you, you know?”
“I miss you, too.
When I re-enter the room and toss my phone onto the bed, Ava frowned and said, “What happened?”
“Louis isn’t coming.”
“That sucks,” she said. “I know you were looking forward to seeing him.”
Amber studied me for a minute and then said, “I have just the solution.” She disappeared for a minute and then came back, a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a jug of juice in the other. “Girls’ night!”
*
From the outside, the haunted house wasn’t that impressive. The house was run by the Shriners and all
The machine next to mine turned on, the panel of lights coming to life. I keep my eyes forward, well, occupied across the gym on a pair of taut shoulders. That is until I noticed the flash of a tattoo on my neighbor’s wrist. That same design hung on a medallion on my neck.
“Hey,” Connor said, fidgeting with the buttons and flashing me an innocent grin. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I don’t expect to see you ever exercising, to be honest,” I shot back. Sweat dripped from his temples. “Why are you so sweaty?”
“I’ve been working out over there with my roommate.” He pointed to the far corner of the gym that I’d been watching all morning.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at myself. Perfect. I’d spent half my workout unknowingly ogling my ex. Pathetic. He rested his hand on the support rail and I noticed the tell-tale black paint stains under his nails.
“Tagging again?”
“Huh?”
“Your nails.”
He lifted up his hand. “Yeah, I found a group to work with. There’s some cool spots around town. But then there’s one place near the beach, I’m doing this other thing – maybe I can show you some time.”
“Maybe.” Was this his plan? Luring me in with normalcy? On my own ground? He would come out and jog with me, chat me up and ask me out? No way. No chance. I had Louis. I had self-preservation. I had secrets.
I made a show of plugging my ears with my buds and turned up the loud beat of Louis’ band, Radioactive. I focused on my run. Not him.
*
“This is the perfect way to see your boyfriend after 10 weeks, right?” I said, showing off my costume to the girls.
“I don’t really get this zombie thing,” Amber said from the doorway. She might not understand it, but she looks the part. Gnarly pieces of fake flesh hung off her face and a bloody oozing wound covered her neck. “I’m a little more into the slutty catsuit Halloween costume. Who the heck are you supposed to be, Jane?”
“Zombie Frida Kahlo,” I said, tucking my hair into a bun. “I was going to wear this before I heard about the theme, so I improvised.”
“We get into the haunted house for half price if we dress up for zombie night,” Ava said. She’s not a zombie but a hunter – some badass girl from “The Walking Dead.” “Where’s Kelsey?”
Amber shrugged. “I haven’t seen her in days. If she’s coming home, it’s at night or when I’m at class.”
“She must be back on with the boyfriend, then?”
“Who knows? The girl is truly an enigma.”
My phone buzzed on my bed. “It’s Louis,” I said, smiling despite myself that he’s finally here. I carefully picked it up, trying not to smear my makeup. “Hey, babe. You here?”
“About that.”
“About what?” I ducked out of the room and into the hallway for privacy.
“We got a last minute call for a show tonight. A pretty big one for Halloween. We couldn’t pass it up.”
“Oh, right. Okay.” My enthusiasm for the night evaporated. I’d only been willing to go to the haunted house because he would be with me.
“It wasn’t even really my call. Group vote.”
“No, I understand,” I sighed, kicking my toe against the wall. “I just miss you, you know?”
“I miss you, too.
When I re-enter the room and toss my phone onto the bed, Ava frowned and said, “What happened?”
“Louis isn’t coming.”
“That sucks,” she said. “I know you were looking forward to seeing him.”
Amber studied me for a minute and then said, “I have just the solution.” She disappeared for a minute and then came back, a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a jug of juice in the other. “Girls’ night!”
*
From the outside, the haunted house wasn’t that impressive. The house was run by the Shriners and all
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