My breath was heavy, arms tired and legs barely moving. I was taking a quick breather from pushing pounds with my legs and used the time to look through my music and find the right lifting jams. It took awhile to find the right song that got me angry enough but also drowns out the old guys that talked nonstop. When I did finally find the perfect song, my legs were ready to workout once again.

The sweat beaded down my neck, indicating that I was working hard. I could feel my pills somewhat kicking in. They weren't as effective has usual, making working out a little difficult but I was still going. I felt my hamstrings being stretched as I forced them to push up and down from the platform.

In the corner of my eye, I caught a body standing beside me. Ignoring was my specialty so that's what I did while trying to work out my legs. But this person was persistent even when they tried to say something, I tried to shrug it off as if they weren't really talking to me. It was working until they full on touched me.

"Hey there." I heard the words through my earbuds as my attention was pulled out of exercising and on the hand on my shoulder. It was the lady whom my mom had introduced me to. She had a large smile on her face though it had to dodge the little beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. She too had heavy breaths like I did.

Slowly, I took the earbuds out one by one though the song was starting to get good. It wasn't scheduled but another break was taken to talk to the woman who was interrupting me. "Hey." The word didn't come out mean but I did send it out with the edge that hopefully had the 'don't talk to me, I'm doing something' tone.

Lying isn't something that I truly part take in unless I'm lying to my mom about Thorin being in my room or to teachers when I ask to use the bathroom when actually I leave just to walk around. And I won't lie about the fact that I did not remember her name. It wasn't out of spite or hate, it was just that I wasn't very good with names.

"You remember me, right?" She said, taking a swig out of her water bottle.

The best thing I could do was give her a smile in an attempt to reassure that I remembered her. Which I did but not her name, but her face which in my book is still winning. "Of course."

"My name is Blaire." Her hope of me remembering her name quickly vanished as she realized that I wasn't going to say it.

"I was just about to say that." Okay, I don't usually lie.

She spread her lips and rolled her eyes. "Honey, I could tell that you didn't remember it."

"In my defense, I don't really have a good memory for when it comes to names."

Her head nodded in an agreement. "Hey, I know you're working out and all but I need to talk to you." I watched as she crossed over her chest and covered her designer sportswear.

I had missed most of the song anyway so there was no point in trying to pause it and actually turned off my phone to reserve the rest of the battery because, by the look of this lady's face, she meant business. Effort was put into me not sighing and rolling my eyes like how I did every time someone interrupted me. It was to keep the peace between the two of us, especially if I was going to see her more and more because of mom.

"Okay." Her hands were somewhat shaky while she kept a brave face on. It somewhat confused me because Thorin said I was too cute to be scary but for some reason, Bailey (was that right?) was scared of me even though she was still taller and more athletic that I was. I didn't really think that I was scary even with the bitch face I always had plastered on my face.

Again, she nodded. "I know your mom dating another woman may seem weird."

I blinked a couple of times at her. "I don't think so."

Her brows furrowed. "Really? You seemed bothered when I first met you and I've been thinking about this speech and all because I really want to be friends with you and I've seen you work out and you're doing amazing." The words shot out like rapid fire and were almost too fast for me to understand.

Assholes are around me, never was the asshole particularly me but at that moment, I was indeed the asshole. "Oh no, I'm not worried about that. I was just a little hurt because it felt like my mom didn't trust me enough to tell me."

"Wait." Her hands into the air. "So you don't care?"

"Hell no. Just don't hurt her." I gave the machine another push to show her that I could easily destroy her with my legs. I can't actually do anything to her but that didn't mean I couldn't come off as scary.

Relief took over Blaire (was that right?) when she sighed. "Oh thank god. I thought things were going to be awkward." She placed her hand over her heart. "Trust me, I would never want to hurt your mother. I care about her."

"Okay then." If that didn't say 'leave me alone', I didn't know what did besides actually saying the words.

"So we're... cool?" She turned her face slightly away like she was preparing for me to say no and proceed to punch her in the face.

I shrugged. "I don't see why we can't be."

"Dude, do you know how long it took me to think about what to say?" She huffed. "And then think about all of the outcomes. I thought you were going to say 'get away from my mom' or 'get away mom stealer'." Her eyes became bigger each time she spoke a word. "But nothing?" She looked at me with her hands on her hips as she tried to contemplate the situation. "God, my chest has been so heavy for the past week."

With my lips curled, I shook my head. "Nope."

"Well then, Flora. I'm glad we had this talk." She lifted her chin as though things went her way which they kind of did but then again, she thought we were going to fight and I'm not big into fighting unless it was mom because sometimes she stole my charger or watched a show without me.

*******

"Stacey!!!!" I banged on her door for the past thirty seconds. My knocks were desperate and quick against the wood. Last time I was on their porch I had almost killed myself from the ice that had taken home on their steps but it was warmer now and the ice was gone and hopefully to never be seen again.

Yawning, Stacey opened her door while in a robe. It wasn't the same robe that she uses for her ritual, it was one that someone would use for sleeping. "Flora." She blinked her tired looking eyes.

"Okay, so-I'm-invited-to-a-party-and-I-want-to-look-somewhat-okay-even-though-Thorin-won't-be-there." Her manicured hands went up together, halting me from saying anything else. I huffed, bending over and using my knees as support.

Stacey shrugged her robe over her shoulder while sighing. "You know I can't understand you when you talk a thousand words per second."

"Need." I heaved. "To." Another heavy breath came out of me. "Look hot."

She smirked while placing her hands on her wide hips. "You've come to the right place then." Her fingers wiggled, telling me to follow her back into her house.

I took my spot on her black leather couch as I did before with my hands in my lap. The seat next to me was taken up by Stacey herself who leaned against the armrest of the couch. Eyeing her, I began to fidget from wanting to tell her all of the things that have been going on and my confusion about what was going on with me and Thorin.

"What's wrong?" She broke the silence between us and made me even more nervous about the topic that I wanted to bring up.

It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for her blue eyes that seemed like they were looking into my soul and already knew what was going on and I didn't have to say anything. My lips curled into a smile on their own as if I was guilty of something. "Well..."

"Spill it." She reminded me of Melody and me in the mall the other day.

My thumbs began to battle each other, seeing who was the strongest of the thumbs on my body in a way to calm myself down. "Okay, so Thorin told me that he..."

Her eyebrows rose. "Yeah?" She sounded excited.

The battle between my thumbs stopped when I took my hand into the air and began to roll it so the gears in Stacey's would so she would get the idea without me having to say the words. "You know..."

"That he likes you?" She continued for me. Finally.

I nodded. "Yup."

Her hands clasped together, making a loud clap that echoed through her living room. "And do you like him?" Though I didn't want to, I nodded. "Oh great, are you guys going out now?"

"See the thing is, Stacey." I said slowly. "Well, there's other things but the main thing is.."

"Why are you stalling?" Her annoyed, monotone voice acted as a knife to cut me off.

I looked at her with amazement. "Wow, I'm just trying to talk slowly so you would understand me."

"Bullshit but go on." She flipped her black hair behind her ear.

"He doesn't know." I finally said it. This is what Blair must of felt like when we had a talk. The crippling weight on my chest that somehow kind of got to my heart too, was starting to ease up and allowing me to breathe.

"So you came to me so you could look hot once again and tell him?"

My eyes went wide. "Hell freaking no. There is no way in hell that he is going to ever know." Okay, I did kind of threw in the 'hell' because of all the Satan pictures around. At least Stacey thought it was funny.

"Flora." She leaned in, taking up a lot of my personal space. Her eyes were very close to mine along with her forehead. Suddenly, she was beginning to look like the pictures of Satan on their walls. "You may regret never telling him."

"What if I regret telling him?" I whispered.

"The regret of never telling him would last longer than the regret of telling him."

"Would it be acceptable if I just texted him?" I groaned, frowning my lips. 

She backed away, slapping her forehead. "Don't be a pussy, Flora."

Hey! Sorry for the shitty chapter but I wanted Blair to talk to Flora so they can have a relationship and make her more of a character. I can't wait to write her more into the chapters. Anyway, I'll probably post another chapter tonight. Thanks for reading!

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