Don't Get Too Attached

Don't Get Too Attached. ~Chapter 3~

“I never said that,” His smirk grew wider, “I was able to keep up, was I not?” He wrung out his shirt before slinging it over his shoulder, he then went to pick up my vest and hoody which were still on the ground, “I guess we should get going then?”

“What time is it?” I asked. I had lost track of time.

He looked at his watch, “Just gone half seven.”

“We've been out for two hours?”

He chuckled, “Time goes fast when you're having fun.” He said and winked at me.

I blushed slightly, hopefully he couldn't tell.

“Do you want me to carry your things for you?” He offered.

I smiled at that. “Thanks, but I've got it.” I reached for my things, feeling them to see if they were dry. Luckily my vest was but the hoody was still damp. I put the vest on and when I looked at Sam, he had a frown on his face but was trying to hide it. Strange I thought to myself. I tied the hoody round my waist again, “Ready to go?”

“Y- yeah. Let's go.” he said and started off through the trees. I followed, keeping up with his slow pace.

The sun was setting and there was a cool breeze blowing around us. It felt refreshing against my flushed skin and we jogged side by side in a comfortable silence. I hadn't felt this comfortable around someone in a long time, and it was weird. I had only met Sam this morning and yet when I was around him I felt calm. Calm and safe.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was scared.

Scared that I was becoming attached. The moment I started relying on him, I would end up getting hurt. That had already happened to my once, I couldn't let it happen again...

However, I chose to ignore those thoughts. That's why they were in the back of my head. I refused to acknowledge them. Somehow, I was managing to convince myself that I wouldn't get attached. And for now, I was happy. So that's what I chose to think.

I wasn't attached.

I wouldn't get attached.

That way, I couldn't get hurt again...

It was possible to be friends without being attached and relying on him, right?

Right. That's what I chose to think.

I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as we turned into our street. 'Our street'. It felt weird calling it that; it would need some getting used to. We came to a stop outside the gate to my new house and I turned to look at Sam. “Thanks for showing me the lake.” I smiled a small but genuine smile.

He grinned widely, his green eyes shinning. The light from the setting sun was shining on his body making him glow: he looked like some sort of Greek God. “It was my pleasure, I had fun.”

“Me too.” I replied, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“If you're going jogging again tomorrow, you should come knock for me, I'll show somewhere else.” He suggested and took a step back.

“Thanks,” and with that, I opened my gate and walked up the path to the front door. I unlocked it and stepped inside turning once to wave at Sam who was still stood in the same spot before shutting it and locking it again behind me.

“Mum, Dad! I'm back.” I shouted. I walked through the living room and into the the kitchen to find them both sat at the table. I hadn't been in the kitchen yet. It was huge! Twice the size of our old one and the counters were black marble. It all looked spotless, like something out of a magazine.

“Did you have a good time?”My mum asked uncertainly.

“Actually, I did.” I replied.

My dad beamed as he heard that, “That's great sweet, where did you go? You guys took a while.”

“The lake. It was so peaceful and beautiful, the water was really cold.”

“You went in?” The both asked simultaneously.

I smiled, “Actually, I fell in.”

They both chuckled and I left them to it as I ran up the stairs. I went straight to my boxing room, wanting to fully unpack everything only to find it had already been done. I also realised a closed box in the middle of the room with my name scrawled on the top in my dad's writing. Cautiously, I opened the box.

I let a little shriek of excitement as I got the new boxing gloves out. I hugged them to my chest as I jumped up and down. I couldn't believe it. I'd been wanting these for a long time. They were lime green on the back, white on the inside. On the wrist strap was 'Tatiana' in bold white letters. I squealed loudly before jumping up, hugging them to my chest and running down the stairs.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I called as I ran through the house to the kitchen. “Thank you so so so much!” I shouted as I launched myself at him and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.

“So, did you like them?” He asked as he pulled away chuckling.

“YES!” I shouted in excitement. “I'm going to try them out!” I said as I began back up the stairs, eager to try the gloves on.

I reached the room and shut the door. I took off my vest and I was in my shorts and sports bra. I went to the radio on one of the shelves and turned it on, pressing play. Emimem's music began blasting through the speakers as I put the gloves on. As soon as they were on and my hands were curled into fists the adrenaline began pumping through my body. I loved this feeling. It made me feel happy, it made me feel safe. Like I was invincible.

I started at the punching bag, letting my punches match the beat of the music. It was like I was under a spell, unaware of everything going on around me. I felt like I was in my own little world.

Jab. Jab. Left swing. Right swing. Dodge left. Uppercut. Step back...