Control Yourself
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Nearly two weeks had gone by since Shae had moved out.
The first week went by with ease. Shae moved her stuff into the spare bedroom of Kara’s house – of which she shared with her husband, Mark Martinez. Kara and Mark were more than welcome to have Shae stay with them, for as long as it took for her to find her own place. Business was going great at Shae’s gym, not to mention the Fit to Fly class was a complete hit. Greg hadn’t called her or texted her, obviously still in shock over her abrupt leave or still under the impression that she would be coming back shortly. Shae had fully recovered from the first few nights of restless sleep from dissecting her decision. She was happy; that was that.
The second week, however, did not go as smoothly. Things were still great with Kara and Mark, as well as at the gym. Shae was getting more publicity than ever for her new class and even had an interview with a local fitness magazine about the core factors of the new class. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, just as it had the week before, up until Wednesday night.
Shae was curled up contently on a comfy chair in the Martinez’ living room, reading. On the table beside her, her Blackberry began vibrating as she received a call. She set down her novel in her lap with a huff, disappointed in the interruption since she had been growing really fond of the book. She picked up her phone, checking her call display – startled to read it was ‘Greg’. Shae swallowed the lump in her throat and answered the call.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Shae?” Greg’s pleading voice asked. Shae rolled her eyes.
“Who else, Greg?” She retorted. “What’s up?”
“You, uhm, have my gloves,” Greg stammered. “I need them for tomorrow.”
“Okay…” Shae sighed, rubbing her now pulsing temple with the pads of her fingers. “I’ll drop them off at the gym or something.”
“At the club, actually,” He said. “I’m sparring against someone good.”
Shae couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Good for you,” She mumbled, staring down at the book in her lap, wondering how much longer she’d have to listen to Greg’s blubbering voice.
“I miss you, Shae,” He finally said. “Like, a lot.”
Shae couldn’t help but smile. Not a smile of happiness, but a smile of disbelief. She couldn’t believe how now, after two years of ignoring her due to his ‘quest’ for fame, he was finally needing her and missing her. She supposed the saying really was true; ‘you don’t know what you want till it’s gone’…
“I guess you should’ve realized that earlier,” She said solemnly.
“I really should have,” He wept. Shae grunted. “I hear your studio’s doing good…”
“Yeah, it’s alright,” She replied tiredly. “Look, Greg, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow so I’ll drop your gloves off in the morning or something.”
“What’s going on tomorrow?” He asked curiously, as if it was still his right to know. Shae couldn’t blame him; it was habit.
“Booked with private classes,” She told him. “I’m heading to bed now, though, so, bye.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Yeah, bye,”
Shae pressed ‘end’ and tossed her Blackberry back on the table. She shuddered, feeling her mind boggled with thoughts she thought she had suppressed.
“You don’t have to see him…” She told herself quietly. “Just drop the gloves off early and get out…”
Shae set the book on the table, heaved herself out of the chair after grabbing her phone, and headed upstairs to her bedroom. She was doing fine until he had to call and remind her that he still existed; all because of his stupid gloves. As Shae climbed the wooden stairs to the upper floor, she couldn’t even recollect where he had left his gloves in the first place! Probably under the back seat of her car…
After Shae washed her face, toned it, and moisturized, she patted down the hall into her temporary bedroom. The walls were a dull green colour, the bedding a sandy brown and creamy white combination. She plopped down onto the soft, queen-sized mattress and hooked her phone up to the charger, exhaling a long sigh as she flopped backwards onto her back.
On top of everything, Shae hadn’t even started searching for apartments yet. Though Kara and Mark were cool with her staying now – in fact, almost overjoyed – Shae knew they were married now and deserved their privacy. It wasn’t like junior high sleepovers that consisted of painting each other’s nails, gossiping about the cutest guys, and watching marathons of chick flicks.
Shae climbed under the comforter and clutched the pillow her head rested upon. She pinched her eyes tightly shut and mumbled under her breath a prayer to be strong, to move on, and most importantly, get her persona life back together. She was an independent woman now, with nothing holding her back. It was time to celebrate; these were the best years of her life! She was successful and beautiful and strong. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but before long, Shae was far away in a deep slumber, getting as much rest as possible for a full day of classes, not to mention private instructions, plus, a possible encounter with Greg.
Oh, yippy.
The first week went by with ease. Shae moved her stuff into the spare bedroom of Kara’s house – of which she shared with her husband, Mark Martinez. Kara and Mark were more than welcome to have Shae stay with them, for as long as it took for her to find her own place. Business was going great at Shae’s gym, not to mention the Fit to Fly class was a complete hit. Greg hadn’t called her or texted her, obviously still in shock over her abrupt leave or still under the impression that she would be coming back shortly. Shae had fully recovered from the first few nights of restless sleep from dissecting her decision. She was happy; that was that.
The second week, however, did not go as smoothly. Things were still great with Kara and Mark, as well as at the gym. Shae was getting more publicity than ever for her new class and even had an interview with a local fitness magazine about the core factors of the new class. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, just as it had the week before, up until Wednesday night.
Shae was curled up contently on a comfy chair in the Martinez’ living room, reading. On the table beside her, her Blackberry began vibrating as she received a call. She set down her novel in her lap with a huff, disappointed in the interruption since she had been growing really fond of the book. She picked up her phone, checking her call display – startled to read it was ‘Greg’. Shae swallowed the lump in her throat and answered the call.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Shae?” Greg’s pleading voice asked. Shae rolled her eyes.
“Who else, Greg?” She retorted. “What’s up?”
“You, uhm, have my gloves,” Greg stammered. “I need them for tomorrow.”
“Okay…” Shae sighed, rubbing her now pulsing temple with the pads of her fingers. “I’ll drop them off at the gym or something.”
“At the club, actually,” He said. “I’m sparring against someone good.”
Shae couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Good for you,” She mumbled, staring down at the book in her lap, wondering how much longer she’d have to listen to Greg’s blubbering voice.
“I miss you, Shae,” He finally said. “Like, a lot.”
Shae couldn’t help but smile. Not a smile of happiness, but a smile of disbelief. She couldn’t believe how now, after two years of ignoring her due to his ‘quest’ for fame, he was finally needing her and missing her. She supposed the saying really was true; ‘you don’t know what you want till it’s gone’…
“I guess you should’ve realized that earlier,” She said solemnly.
“I really should have,” He wept. Shae grunted. “I hear your studio’s doing good…”
“Yeah, it’s alright,” She replied tiredly. “Look, Greg, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow so I’ll drop your gloves off in the morning or something.”
“What’s going on tomorrow?” He asked curiously, as if it was still his right to know. Shae couldn’t blame him; it was habit.
“Booked with private classes,” She told him. “I’m heading to bed now, though, so, bye.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Yeah, bye,”
Shae pressed ‘end’ and tossed her Blackberry back on the table. She shuddered, feeling her mind boggled with thoughts she thought she had suppressed.
“You don’t have to see him…” She told herself quietly. “Just drop the gloves off early and get out…”
Shae set the book on the table, heaved herself out of the chair after grabbing her phone, and headed upstairs to her bedroom. She was doing fine until he had to call and remind her that he still existed; all because of his stupid gloves. As Shae climbed the wooden stairs to the upper floor, she couldn’t even recollect where he had left his gloves in the first place! Probably under the back seat of her car…
After Shae washed her face, toned it, and moisturized, she patted down the hall into her temporary bedroom. The walls were a dull green colour, the bedding a sandy brown and creamy white combination. She plopped down onto the soft, queen-sized mattress and hooked her phone up to the charger, exhaling a long sigh as she flopped backwards onto her back.
On top of everything, Shae hadn’t even started searching for apartments yet. Though Kara and Mark were cool with her staying now – in fact, almost overjoyed – Shae knew they were married now and deserved their privacy. It wasn’t like junior high sleepovers that consisted of painting each other’s nails, gossiping about the cutest guys, and watching marathons of chick flicks.
Shae climbed under the comforter and clutched the pillow her head rested upon. She pinched her eyes tightly shut and mumbled under her breath a prayer to be strong, to move on, and most importantly, get her persona life back together. She was an independent woman now, with nothing holding her back. It was time to celebrate; these were the best years of her life! She was successful and beautiful and strong. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but before long, Shae was far away in a deep slumber, getting as much rest as possible for a full day of classes, not to mention private instructions, plus, a possible encounter with Greg.
Oh, yippy.
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