Gustavo gave us a day off so, the boys invited me to the gym.

"Hey guys." I say and they turn around and their eyes widen.

"What? Is this outfit okay?" I ask, looking down at my black Calvin Klein bra and joggers.

"It's not the outfit. It's your face." James says, walking closer to me.

"What happened?" Carlos asks in a shock.

"Oh. Jackson stopped by last night. He wanted a date and I rejected him, so he gave me this." I point to my cheek and Logan examines it.

"I swear I'll kill him if I see him." Carlos huffs.

"Guys, can we not do this right now? C'mon, let's just get some exercise." I huff, setting my duffle bag down.

My eyes then shift over to see Kendall fist bumping one of his buddies.

"Why is Kendall here?!" I say through gritted teeth.

"He's been here for the past two days. And we thought we could all get together?" James cringes.

"No, no, no! I told you guys I didn't want him near me. I'm outta here!" I shake my head, grabbing my bag as I turn on my heels.

"Talk to him!" They say in unison and James picks me up.

"Put me down!" I exclaim, swatting his arms.

"Are you gonna talk to him?"

"Only if he doesn't get on my nerves." I squint my eyes at him.

"Deal." He grins and gently sets me down.

"So, what's our first activity?" I ask, setting my bag down once again.

"The punching bag." James says.

"That is my favorite thing to do." I shrug.

"We know." Carlos grins, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Oh, hey guys." Kendall says as he sees us walk over to him.

Our eyes lock but I quickly look away.

But at the corner of my eye, I see Kendall's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Logan, can you help me find the boxing gloves?" I ask, walking past Kendall.

"Uh, sure." I hear him awkwardly trail off as I hear his footsteps behind me.

"You're supposed to talk to him. You're literally doing the opposite of that." Logan says, handing me a pair of boxing gloves.

"You guys didn't tell me Kendall was here. So now, I lied to you. We're even." I stare.

"Touché." He nods and I smirk.

"Now, please help me put them on." I state and he nods, strapping each of them on me.

"All set." He grins and I nod and we walk back over.

"Are you ready?" Carlos asks.

"Yeah but um, where's the instructor?"

"Amber, we're Big Time Rush. We don't need a teacher. We do it our way." Carlos says, popping his tank top and I shake my head.

"Okay then, tell me. How do I punch the shit out of this bag?" I ask.

Little to they know, I've actually taken a boxing class for a year.

"You uh, just punch it. Like this." He says and punches it with his bare hand.

"Ah!" He exclaims, holding his hand.

"I think you forgot something." I say and Logan holds up two boxing gloves.

He frowns and snatches the gloves from Logan.

"Why don't you do it, Mrs. Expert." Carlos challenges.

"Okay. I shrug and get infront of the bag.

I get in position and start punching the bag over and over again.

"Woah." The three say in unison.

"Idiots." I huff, shaking my bag.

"How did you know how to do that?" Logan asks.

"I took a boxing class for a year." I shrug.

"Why?" Carlos asks.

"To defend myself."

"Why?" Carlos asks.

"Uh, just for some stuff." I say, shaking it off and I can just feel Kendall's eyes on me.

"What stuff?" He pushes further and James harshly elbows him.

"Ow! Sorry!" Carlos exclaims.

"It's fine." I huff.

"C'mon, lets continue. I need a distraction anyway." I say and they nod.

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Long story short, the guys left three hours ago because they couldn't keep up with the routine and Carlos wouldn't do anything without his helmet.

I begged the guys not to leave me here alone with Kendall but James said he would buy me lunch for a week if I spoke to him, so I gave in.

Hey, it's free food. You can't blame me.

And it's currently ten at night and I'm still punching the bag and haven't taken a break since the guys left.

"You should slow down, you're gonna burn out." Kendall says.

"He speaks." I scoff, punching the bag harder.

"Don't complain when you feel your whole body about to shut down." He shrugs.

"And who are you to tell me how much I could handle?" I say.

"Who am I? Maybe I'm your friend who was and is trying to protect you!" He exclaims.

"Yeah well, I didn't and don't need your protection!" I shout, punching harder once more.

"Yes you did. I wasn't gonna let that asshole join the record company just to hit you some more!"

"For the last time, that was the past! And it's my problem, not yours." I state as I finally stop punching the bag.

"The past? What happened to your face then?" He says and I start stammering.

"It's nothing." I finally say, shaking my head.

"Tell me the truth or so help me god, I will make damn sure you don't leave this room."

"Oh yeah? How are you gonna make me stay? Got any ideas, blondy?" I ask, getting in his face.

He looks at me intensely and then pulls me closer to him, kissing me.

I drop the boxing gloves and wrap my hands around his neck.

I pull away and he looks at me breathless as his hands are still around my waist.

"You look good in that bra." He says and I chuckle and I feel my cheeks get hot.

"I'm still mad at you." I state.

"That kiss begged to differ." He says and I frown.

"Look, I'm sorry for lashing out on Jackson. I just couldn't bare the thought of him hurting you. I'm sorry." He says.

"Okay." I nod, kissing him.

"C'mon, we're getting frozen yogurt." He grins, walking over to his gym locker.

"I don't have a shirt." I say.

"Now you do." He says, tossing me his red hoodie.

It smells like him.