Over Again

"Thanks for the ride," I muttered and closed the car door. I heard Zayn yell a bye from the drivers seat, but I kept walking and ignored him. I needed a good punching bag.

"Why was--"

"Shut up Caleb," I growled a I closed the front door. He put his hand up in surrender as I pushed past him and walked to the basement door. Getting the key from my pocket, I opened the door and closed it behind me.

I wrapped the tape around my knuckles, then placed it on the shelf behind me. I stepped onto the red mat, getting into a starting position.

It felt like minutes before I heard Caleb knocking on the basement door. "It's past midnight, Gracie! Come on!"

I was a mess. I was sweaty, and my clothes were drenched. Unwrapping the stuff from my hands, I threw it into a trash can and ran up the steps, thrusting the door open.

"Thanks, Caleb," I said, ruffling his hair as he mumbled a response. I went to my room, stripping of the dirty clothes and putting on fresh Pjs. I fell onto my bed, sound asleep.

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