The Man That Makes You Scream

Olive's P.O.V.

I had finally cooled down from the anger that had plagued me this morning. Now I was just hitting the bag in front of me to try to get Lucas out of my head. Even though he made me mad this morning with his stupid stunt, I couldn't shake him from my mind. I kept picturing those intense brown eyes staring at me.

I must really be under some kind of spell because I swear that I can smell his cologne right now. It was almost like he was here. I felt a pair of eyes on me, but I didn't want to turn to see who it was. I hated guys that came to the gym to flirt with girls. I'm not giving anyone a chance to talk to me. I saw a figure, from the corner of my eyes, step around me. They grabbed the bag from behind, holding it steady for me. I punched harder, hoping they would feel it through the bag. I didn't ask them to come hold it. I was doing just fine by myself.

"Damn, Rose. I had no idea you could punch that hard." His voice halted my next punch midair. I leaned to the side to