*Zander*

I threw another punch and my fist pierced the hard material of the punching bag again.

“Shit.” I groaned. “Another one.”

I took the bag down and dragged it to the edge of the gymnasium where four other bags with a hole in them laid.

I had been in the gym for over an hour now and my body was dripping with sweat. I needed to clear my head and I had thought a run would clear my mind of her but it hadn’t. So, here I was. Thinking about ...