Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
LISA
I tried to distract myself.
I tried to distract myself from my thoughts and feelings by just eating and watching Netflix all the time. Of course, it didn't work out the way I wanted, but it was worth a try. After all, this woman doesn't deserve me to think about her for even a second.
I've only known her for a month and in that short time she's actually managed to make me completely insecure and upset. Great job, idiot.
"Hey, fatty!" Sam suddenly shouted loudly, making me jump up in shock and drop my bag of chips on the table.
"Can't you talk normally?!" I asked him annoyed, while I stopped the series on my phone and cleaned my oily hands on a tissue.
"There's no other way to talk to you. Otherwise you won't understand." He said, purely as a provocation, grinning broadly at me.
"Shut up, you little kid." I said, throwing the tissue pack at his ugly face. He caught it, laughing, and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the table. He then put his feet on the table, and I simply slapped them back down with my hand.
"Did you clean the changing rooms?" I asked him as he reached into my bag of chips and then put a handful of chips in his mouth.
"Yup!" He said with his mouth full, and I could see the pressed and chewed chips perfectly. I pulled a disgusted face, which of course he noticed immediately and intentionally smacked his lips even louder. This little bitch. First of all, a little pity for all older sisters who have younger siblings. Thank you.
"In any case, you have to close the studio." He said, standing up from his chair and throwing the keys on the table. I looked at him in disbelief and then laughed out loud, ironically.
"Forget it. Mom sent us both here so we'll both stay here for the same amount of time." I said annoyed and threw the keys back to him.
My father has been away on business somewhere for a week, so Sam and Dean are looking after the boxing studio for him. Of course, they get pocket money for that. And since I lost my job and need money, like every teenager does, my mother forced me to help the boys with their work. Of course, my father has no idea about it, because he would never allow it but my mother couldn't care less what my dad thought or what rules he made.
Dean went to pick something up for the store this morning, so Sam and I were alone all day and if that idiot thinks he can leave me alone in a studio full of men, then he's dreaming too much.
"I have a date with a hot chick now and it might take a while." Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows. I looked at him again in disgust and threw the keys harshly at his chest.
"You're only 16! The only thing that will ever come close to you is your hand." I said disgustedly as he then put his arms on the table and came closer to me with his grinning face.
"Just because you can't get guys to want you doesn't mean you have to be jealous, sissy. Not everyone is as hot as your brother." He said amused, and I angrily got up from my chair and tried to grab him but he escaped from me and ran out of my father's office laughing.
"Come here, you little shitface!" I said angrily as I ran after him out of the office and once again, I immediately realized that it was pretty unfair that my family were just sports professionals, unlike me.
"Love you!" He shouted after me as he threw the keys back into my arms and then simply fled from the studio. Shocked, I stopped in my tracks and looked in amazement at the doors, which had closed again after Sam had run out.
"I'll kill him!" I cursed quietly and was about to run after him but when someone suddenly called out to me, I didn't run and turned around, confused.
"Hey, you work here, right?" One of my dad's customers asked, who smiled warmly at me and walked over to me. I swallowed hard when suddenly a naked torso looked at me. Damn...
"Yes!" I said briefly and quickly pulled myself together. Otherwise it'd be really embarrassing to let myself be distracted so easily by muscles. 
"The towels are all gone. Could you bring me a new one?" He asked me kindly, and I slowly raised my eyebrows. Fuck my life! The towels are in the storage room, which is at the very back of the studio which means I have to walk through the whole hall between all the men. Very cool. No problemo.
"Sure. I'll be right back." I said, laughing slightly and then turning around. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the back. My legs took me to the storage room with quick steps, while of course I felt most of the men's eyes on me. After all, I had been in my dad's office all day, hidden and safe. Another negative point was that there wasn't a single woman in this studio except me. I don't usually get nervous around men, but my current situation isn't that advantageous for a woman. I'd say that.
"Hey, sweetie." Someone suddenly said to me, and my eyes immediately shot to him.
"Do you want to help me?" He asked me, grinning as he flexed his muscles, making me scrunch up my face in disgust.
"Just no!" I said annoyed, opened the door and then went into the storage room. There are just cringe people in this world. Embarrassing.
Once inside, I turned on the light and sighed as I looked for the towels. When I found some and was about to grab one, the whole pile suddenly fell to the floor.
"Fine!" I said with a sigh and had to put the towels away again. After I was finally finished, I took one in my hand and stepped out of the storage room again. Mentally, I prepared myself for the gawking looks of the men again as I closed the door behind me.
But when I turned around and found the hall suddenly empty, my jaw dropped in shock.
Where the hell did all the people suddenly go?! They were here just a short while ago? Or weren't they? Did I end up in Infinity War, or have I  gone completely crazy? Not that I have a problem with it.
"Hey! You!" I screamed loudly when I saw a guy in the corner packing his gym bag in a panic.
"Where did all the people go?" I asked him, confused, as I ran over to him with the towel.
"She's back, which means we have to get out of here." He said nervously, quickly slinging his gym bag onto his right shoulder and then looking at me.
"You should go too. Before you meet her." He said, turned around and then simply disappeared out the back entrance.
"What the fuck?!" I asked myself, confused, and looked after him in dismay. When the doors of the back exit had closed, I heard someone open the front door at the same time and immediately I sensed who had entered the hall.
"This can't be true!" I said to myself and then turned back around.
"Nice to see you again, belleza."
Oh, come on!