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all I know.”
But when we get to Gym II, TJ has to use a key to unlock the door. The lights are all out and there’s not another person in sight. “What is this? Some kind of prank?”
He feels around on the wall and flips a couple light switches on, illuminating about a quarter of the gym. “That should be good enough.”
I fold my arms across my chest, staring him down. “Where’s Nina?”
“Not here,” he says all casual, then he bends over and pulls out a small bag from under the bleachers, tossing it to me.
“Hey! You stole my grip bag.”
He shrugs, grasping my shoulders and walking me out into the gym. “I’ve stolen much worse before, Campbell. That was child’s play.”
Um… what?
“It’s time for you to man-up and get that dismount back in working order.” He’s already at the uneven bars, adjusting the settings.
I roll my eyes. “That’s why we’re here? Sorry, but I have a personal rule not to do bar routines when I’m half asleep.”
“I’m not an expert or anything, but I think a dismount is required to call it a routine.”
My fingernails dig into my palms. Does he have any clue how infuriating he is?
“I’m not kidding, Campbell, you’re not leaving until you do a dismount.”
“Yeah, right.” I snort back a laugh and turn toward the door. “Good night, TJ.”
I make it literally two steps and an arm hooks itself around my waist and next thing I know, I’m face down on the gymnastics carpet with TJ sitting on my back.
“Get off me, you asshole!” I wiggle my legs, then use my hands to attempt to push myself out. “This is like, assault or something. You could go to jail for this. It’s probably kidnapping too.”
“Not scaring me at all, considering I’ve been to jail before.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” I grunt.
“Okay, I lied,” TJ says, “I can’t keep you here until you do a dismount.”
“You think?” God, this carpet smells like sweaty feet.
“But I can do this for at least six more hours, until your posse comes in here for morning workout.”
“My posse?” I twist a hand backward and reach for his side so I can pinch him, but he easily dodges me. “Get your ass off of me, TJ!”
“Only if you agree to do a bar dismount,” he says calmly.
“Okay, one dismount.”
He hesitates, then lifts himself up to a stand. The second his weight is off of me, I take off in a sprint for the door. But this time he gets both arms around me, lifts me off the ground, walks over to pit and tosses me into the center. The lights are off above the pit, so I can’t see where I’m falling and end up with a mouthful of foam.
My anger is hitting a boiling point, ready to spill over. The last time I felt anything close to this was the day that I read that folder Tony had swiped for me from the police station and then, in a rage, I’d thrown breakable objects all over my coach’s garage.
TJ stands outside the pit dancing around, anticipating where I’m going to try and climb out. “There’s no point in attempting escape. You’ll wear yourself out.”
“Do you even realize how creepy this is?”
“Just give in,” he taunts. “One dismount and you’re free.”
Angry tears spring to my eyes. “Fine!”
TJ reaches for my hand and yanks me out of the pit. “Good answer.”
He keeps a tight grip on my arms as he guides back over to the bars. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring me here in handcuffs.”
“You’re putting me on the wrong side. I don’t do handcuffs, I wear them.” He shoves my grip bag at me, and stands guard at the side of the bars.
I’m so pissed off my hands are shaking while I tie my hair back into a ponytail and put my grips on. “This is not how normal people coach.”
“First off, I’m not normal. Second, who said I was coaching?”
I release a frustrated breath and shake my head. “Whatever.”
And yes, there is some part of me that wants to do this dismount right here, right now. To not have this
But when we get to Gym II, TJ has to use a key to unlock the door. The lights are all out and there’s not another person in sight. “What is this? Some kind of prank?”
He feels around on the wall and flips a couple light switches on, illuminating about a quarter of the gym. “That should be good enough.”
I fold my arms across my chest, staring him down. “Where’s Nina?”
“Not here,” he says all casual, then he bends over and pulls out a small bag from under the bleachers, tossing it to me.
“Hey! You stole my grip bag.”
He shrugs, grasping my shoulders and walking me out into the gym. “I’ve stolen much worse before, Campbell. That was child’s play.”
Um… what?
“It’s time for you to man-up and get that dismount back in working order.” He’s already at the uneven bars, adjusting the settings.
I roll my eyes. “That’s why we’re here? Sorry, but I have a personal rule not to do bar routines when I’m half asleep.”
“I’m not an expert or anything, but I think a dismount is required to call it a routine.”
My fingernails dig into my palms. Does he have any clue how infuriating he is?
“I’m not kidding, Campbell, you’re not leaving until you do a dismount.”
“Yeah, right.” I snort back a laugh and turn toward the door. “Good night, TJ.”
I make it literally two steps and an arm hooks itself around my waist and next thing I know, I’m face down on the gymnastics carpet with TJ sitting on my back.
“Get off me, you asshole!” I wiggle my legs, then use my hands to attempt to push myself out. “This is like, assault or something. You could go to jail for this. It’s probably kidnapping too.”
“Not scaring me at all, considering I’ve been to jail before.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” I grunt.
“Okay, I lied,” TJ says, “I can’t keep you here until you do a dismount.”
“You think?” God, this carpet smells like sweaty feet.
“But I can do this for at least six more hours, until your posse comes in here for morning workout.”
“My posse?” I twist a hand backward and reach for his side so I can pinch him, but he easily dodges me. “Get your ass off of me, TJ!”
“Only if you agree to do a bar dismount,” he says calmly.
“Okay, one dismount.”
He hesitates, then lifts himself up to a stand. The second his weight is off of me, I take off in a sprint for the door. But this time he gets both arms around me, lifts me off the ground, walks over to pit and tosses me into the center. The lights are off above the pit, so I can’t see where I’m falling and end up with a mouthful of foam.
My anger is hitting a boiling point, ready to spill over. The last time I felt anything close to this was the day that I read that folder Tony had swiped for me from the police station and then, in a rage, I’d thrown breakable objects all over my coach’s garage.
TJ stands outside the pit dancing around, anticipating where I’m going to try and climb out. “There’s no point in attempting escape. You’ll wear yourself out.”
“Do you even realize how creepy this is?”
“Just give in,” he taunts. “One dismount and you’re free.”
Angry tears spring to my eyes. “Fine!”
TJ reaches for my hand and yanks me out of the pit. “Good answer.”
He keeps a tight grip on my arms as he guides back over to the bars. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring me here in handcuffs.”
“You’re putting me on the wrong side. I don’t do handcuffs, I wear them.” He shoves my grip bag at me, and stands guard at the side of the bars.
I’m so pissed off my hands are shaking while I tie my hair back into a ponytail and put my grips on. “This is not how normal people coach.”
“First off, I’m not normal. Second, who said I was coaching?”
I release a frustrated breath and shake my head. “Whatever.”
And yes, there is some part of me that wants to do this dismount right here, right now. To not have this
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