I coughed as Elias brought out his ciggarette, but I didn't move away. I needed to be as far away from Scott as possible. Elias and I made some small talk, and I could feel myself loosen up around him. He was a really nice guy, and I could tell we'd become good freinds.

We eventually arrived at the hotel we would be staying at. Giving us quick instructions on where to meet tomorrow and when, Scott took his room key and left. I shrugged and grabbed mine, heading up to my room. I heard footsteps behind me, and turned around to see Elias. It turned out, his room was right beside mine. I smiled at him, told him we should hang out sometime, then entered my room. I took a shower and went staraoght to bed.

The next morning, I woke up to sunlight pouring into my window. It was much brighter than it was on earth. This was going to be a long job. I sighed and crawled out of bed, throwing on some workout clothes. I saw Elias leaving just when I was. I smiled at him, and told him to go on without, that I would catch up. He shrugged and went on, while I grabbed some breakfast and headed out the back way.

I was the last one to arrive at the track. I put on a big smile and jogged in, but Scott didn't look likeche was in a good mood. So I stood next to Elias and listened to Scott's instuctions.

"Ok, today we begin our training. We are going to run five miles."

My mouth dropped, and I stared at him. He knows I hate running. Nodding at the first person, which happened to ne Fern, he told us to go. But he caught my arm as I was leaving.

"You're going to run six." He told me. And I laughed. He's gone crazy. But his face was dead serious.

I rolled my eyes and started running. Each time I passed him, he made me run faster. By the time the others had done their five, I was on mile seven. So not fair. But I kept pusshing. To the point that I got sick. Litarally. I fell to the ground, thrownig up my meager breakfast. Then I lay there, panting. Scott walked over t me, and knelt down to my level.

"Do you forgive me?" he whispered, but from the sound of his voice I could tell he meant more than just the running. I glared at him, then spun around amd threw up again.

"I can make you run more miles." he threatened, and I nodded.

"No. I wanna hear it."

I groaned, then said "Yes, I forgive you!"

He smiled, planted a kiss on my forehead, then turned to the rest of the group. I lay there until everyonecleaves, then slowly pull my self up and limp back to the hotel. I'm still mad at him, but I guess I really have forgiven him. To an extent...

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