<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/5e2f6d44-f9b1-41c5-b7dd-bb82b79bbb76_zps222d90b9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Maybe that was a little much...She shouldn't have said any of that. She shouldn't have been that rude to a guy that she barely knew...Pressing her lips together as she had walked away, her eyes had went to glance backward, but she stopped herself. She could hear the pulsing hits against the bag. He was pissed off at her accusations. The way that he had looked at her completely told her that she was out of line. She wasn't going to admit it though. Her eyes shifted to the people working out around her. She knew this gym wasn't much, but it wasn't the best. She had been in the best. Aiden had worked out in them. She shivered from the thought of his name again. She felt the blood flush from her face. She didn't like it. She didn't like the way that he had an affect on her. Moving toward the other machines across the way and up the stairs, she finished up her workout and gathered her things, catching a glimpse of the man that she had been rude to walking out.<br/><br/>She pulled on her jacket and zipped it up. With her bag on her back, she walked out, feeling the wind overtake her face. She ran her fingers through her sweaty hair, putting her towel up to her face once more before stuffing it into the pocket of her backpack again. Her feet carried her away from the gym. She walked through the streets and she had walked passed the burger joint when a black car came to a screeching halt in front of her. As soon as she saw the challenger stop in front of her. The blacked out wheels, the tinted windows and the red stripes placed in the middle of the car, she felt herself gulp. Her eyes focused on the door as she came to a stuttered stop, looking at the car. For a moment, she paused but then she realized who it was. She knew who's car that was. Shaking her head, she pushed forward and went around the car when the car blared it's horn and she stuttered, looking at the tinted windowed shadow in the driver's seat.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Go away Aiden!"</span>She said. The man slammed his muscle car into park and stepped out.<span style="color: #FF0000">"What the fuck are you doing, Srytka? Get back here." </span>He called, slamming the door shut as he followed behind her where he grabbed her elbow, jerking her back.<br/><br/>She tripped a little and stood to face him, ripping her arm away from him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"What do you want?"</span>She looked up at him. Into those beautiful blue eyes. The tattoos peeked out from underneath his tshirts. His hair was a mess and she could see the scar on the side of his face as a reminder of the best and worst night of her life...She gulped and she rubbed her elbow to push away the pain.<span style="color: #FF0000">"You were supposed to come to my house today. Chloe is wanting all your shit out."</span>Just hearing<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>name, she felt a punch in her gut over and over. He wasn't there to take her back, no he was there to torture her again that she wasn't his anymore and that he had someone better. She bit her lip and nodded her head.<span style="color: #FF0000">"You better come and get your shit otherwise, I'll burn it."</span>The word burn caught her attention and she stared at him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"You can't do that! It's not yours! Aiden if you do, ---"</span>He lifted a hand.<span style="color: #FF0000">"You will what? Oh yeah, nothing. Srytka, you're nothing but a piece of shit. You always have been."</span><br/><br/>She felt the tears come to her eyes but she didn't let it, she held herself together the best that she could and slapped his face which he had caught her hand after it happened. From there, he lifted her arm and shoved a good punch into her gut, leaving her breathless and staggering back. The shady guy looked around and headed back to his car, leaving Srytka as a heap on the ground trying to gain her breath.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Fuck! GET BACK HERE!"</span>She cried out before she sat there and shook her head running her fingers through her hair.<br/><br/>Now she needed to get the fuck out of there before anyone else tried to help her....<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/c55ef9cf-0861-4f89-b7ad-21d4c66a7526_zpscdaac827.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Where do you work? Since you brought it up?"</span>He smiled at her. She was something else. Fiesty. But one that didn't seem to stand up for herself when he was taking care of his job. He pressed his lips together, having answered the phone and hearing his brother's words, he could only sigh. Perhaps he should move and get out of the way, so then they could go and not be caught or him  caught more like it. She would be suspected by association, but it would be perfect, they didn't know each other before...but then, he shook the thought away and continued to walk beside her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"You never know what people think these days. They could think I'm your tutor or something, or I don't know, an employer you're trying to please."</span>He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled in her direction.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I'm just kidding"</span>He said before looking around him once more, as if he was checking out the scenery. He had to act normal... ACT NORMAL. He thought to himself.<br/><br/>Hearing her bring up her and the guy that he had seen before, he could only be patient and hear what she had to say...Of course they weren't together. He lifted a brow.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Stuck with him? How is that?"</span>He asked, looking at her. Getting them out of the way would keep them from being caught, but he continued to walk with her like nothing was wrong with him. He kneew if he started to get jumpy, the woman would notice and ask questions. That wouldn't be good.