#Chapter397
Lauren Hastington
I trained late at night to avoid Dylan, when I say really late.. it's 2 in the morning. I really don't want to deal with Dylan now. I hate him.
I punched my punch bag hard and started to train by myself. After that I walked to the treadmill, I ran 2km and then started to do squats and lunges. I'm done. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. I walked out to the changing room in my towel and I jumped when I saw Dylan sitting on the chair.
/"What the hell are you doing here?/" I asked because my heart almost stopped seeing him like a ghost. I walked to him and gestured to him to go away. He moved.
/"Look away!/" I hissed coldly and he turned his head to the wall. I put my clothes beside him and I dried my hair. He turned to me and took the hair dryer away from me. I turned to him and he started helping me to dry my hair.
/"What are you doing here?/" I asked.
