Rob fucking set me up, and my rage was about to erupt. I spent the whole class, fuck the whole day, completely distracted by Rob and Katie. They were fucking dating now, and Rob’s trick on me only added to the hurt, it fueled the hate. The end of the day and I couldn’t get to the gym fast enough. I had to let out the sexual frustration, the anger, the hate. I changed in the locker room in literally 30 seconds. I sprinted to the weight room, and was ready to crush the best workout of my life. I kicked the doors to the weight room wide open, as they smashed into the wall with a loud bang. I had my yellow Sony Walkman on (after all it’s 1991) indian and I am blasting Guns N Roses’s Appetite for Destruction through the headphones. I literally jump through the entrance way to be greeted by my baseball coach, Mr. West. I say “Coach, get the fuck out of my way, I am on a mission, and I’ve got to get this fucking workout in before I explode.” I’ve got GNR on volume 10. I couldn’t here a word he said. He amateur grabs me, and pulls my headphones off. Coach West was talking to me, but my rage and anger drowned out every word he said. Still to this day, I can’t remember a word he said. I hit the gym so hard for weeks, completely fueled by my rage. Winter ended, and spring came quickly. My anger subdued, as I came to accept that Katie and Rob were together. I spent months desperately wishing I could tell Katie the truth about her douchebag boyfriend. With Spring came the baseball season and I was ready to fucking crush it. My pussy squeezed his mediocre sized cock indian tight, as he pounds me as deep as he can. My mind tried to comprehend what I was hearing. “Ill take a ride.” Are you an alcoholic?” Not only was she making amateur less effort to fight him off but slowly more often she just did what he wanted. “Well, I do a thorough investigation on everyone I’m interested in. No worries, mostly routine stuff. I know I enjoyed it.” He was currently paying the consequence: toughing out the 40 minute walk to campus in the cold. I’ve heard this speech so often before. I begin wonder if you think I’m a stalker. I had my lic for almost 2 years then, and my dad would let me have the car, with a curfew of course, to take Joy out. I saw the shutter on the examination room. "But I cannot." Tara nodded as Mara clicked her communications open. Jonathan actually jumped for joy as Marylou, Marie, and Jasmine hugged Lucy, doing that jumping thing that women seem to enjoy so much.