Morning workout ***Kesha's POV***

Last night was horrible. The way Sebastian stared at me made me want to punch his face but I kind of felt comfortable under his gaze. I think he was expecting me to stare at his nice body but I did not. I have seen more boys and I am pretty sure it will last me three life time. When he spoke Spanish, I was shocked and my words got stuck in my throat. I replied because I was not someone who let others eye rape me

After I left his house and told my mom about the dinner plans with the Hearts, she let out a loud squeak and continued squeaking. I hated when she was hyper about little things, but it was nice to see my mom forgetting about her pain. Scratch that 'our pain'

I ate my cheesecake immediately I got home before I told my mom about the dinner plans. I moved up to my room took a long shower and it knocked me out till my alarm woke me up the next morning

I wore my basketball shorts, a sport's bra and wore a tank top and my blue canvas. I grabbed my headset and I walked out the front door. It was 5 A.M and I was ready to burn the calories. I turned on the volume of my  headset and got ready to jog

I bumped into a hard comfy wall, sounds stupid, and I fell on my butt. I could have sworn there was no wall here yesterday. I know I swear a lot, it completes me. The assumed wall stretched out his hand and helped me up. I looked up and it was no other person than my new neighbour Sebastian. I mentally face palmed myself

He looked like he was going to jog, I wanted to make sure he was coming back but there was no hint of sweat and his water bottle was still full. I removed my headset from my head  and said a quiet thank you to him. I moved away from him and was on my way to continue my daily run but he stopped him

"You're going for a run right?" Sebastian asked still holding my hand. I released myself from his grasp and smiled. Was it not obvious enough

"Nope I am going to the mall" I said with sarcasm lacing my every word

"Sorry I just wanted to know. Anyway can I tag along, I don't really know anywhere around here and I need a five mile run to clear my head"he told me like I needed all the information. I only stared at him

"How does that matter to me?" I asked confused

"Can I tag along with you?" he asked answering my question

"Hell no! I do not want you gawking at me" I said reminding him of last night

"Hey, I'm really sorry, let's just go" he said begging me

"No you can not come with me. I really need to burn my calories and you are stressing me" I said walking away. He dragged me to his chest and I pushed him off me and crooked my left brow

"You can come with me" I sighed and watched as he followed me

"What school do you attend" he said trying to start a conversation

"I am already giving you enough of my presence, please do not talk to me. I am this" I showed him the little space between my index and thumb. "This close to kicking you" I said and placed my headset over my ears. I blocked him out for about 10 minutes until he dragged the headset from my ears

"How old are you?" He asked again, I only ignored him and started running. He was obviously faster, when I thought I had lost him I bumped into his hard comfy chest.

"What?" I asked already frustrated

"What's your favourite colour?" He asked and stepped closer to me

"Breathe Kesha, breathe" I murmured to myself and tried to walk away but as always he stopped me

"I am seventeen loco and I need to go, it is already 5:30 and I need to get ready for school, I am a different person so stay off and stay away from me" I said and turned to go home. I can not believe we walked five miles or ran or jogged but we got there

"Niña" he yelled and I turned to him, he did not just call me a child. His Spanish accent was thick and clear and it was amazing. I wished we stayed in Spain longer but we had to move to USA cause of my--- I was snapped out of my thoughts by Sebastian

"Soy uña muchacha" i said correcting him.

"I can clearly see you're a teenager but you act like a child" he said and shrugged. He was the first person in three long years to make me frustrated. I ignored him and continued walking

"You never told me your favourite colour" he said walking by my side

"Can you not see I am trying to ignore you?" I asked him, stress lines forming on my head

"I love your stress lines, it makes you cuter" he said and touched my face. I moved away from his touch but he only smiled

'What is wrong with him' I yelled in my head and continued walking

"Your favourite colour?" He asked again

"Grey. My favourite colour is grey" I said emphasizing on every word.

"I thought girls love pink and bright colours" he asked rubbing his chin

"Like I said, I am a different person, stay off" I said and stomped my foot as I tried to walk away

"Good point. Do you like roses?" He asked again

"Do you not get it. I do not want to be friends, you are my neighbour and that is all you will ever be" I said and scowled

"Oh. That's rude" he said and placed his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt.

I inhaled and exhaled and ran away while he was distracted.