CHAPTER 9

  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 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 I can smell his cologne right now. It was almost like he was here. I had a feeling that someone was watching me, but I refused to see who it was. Going to the gym and seeing guys there who just wanted to flirt with girls made me so angry that I wouldn't allow anyone 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. Putting all of my strength into it, I punched the bag with the intention of them being able to feel the power behind it through the bag. I didn't ask them to come hold it. I was doing just fine by myself.