A Fake Love Story.

She doesn't like it when she spills her coffee.
She doesn't like it when she wears the wrong clothes.
She doesn't like it when she can't find her phone.
In fact, she hates it.
They call it OCD. They claim she's searching for perfection, something she will never find ...
But what they don't know is that she's falling in the category of thinking she has.


4. Suprise

I looked at my watch and realized I still had 15 minutes left until Nick was supposed to be picking me up, so I stood up from my bed and made my way to the kitchen making myself an egg biscuit.

10 minutes later -

Buzz ... Buzz ... Buzz

I hesitantly got up from my kitchen table, where I was eating breakfast, and made my way up the stairs to grab my phone. I read the caller ID and later on recognized the familiar nickname I had given Nick.

"JONAS brother #1"

I took my right index finger and clicked the answer button bringing my large phone to my ear.

"Hey, Janice, I'm here," Nick spoke softly

Before I even got to reply he had already hung up, so I grabbed my jacket and walked out of my front door locking it behind me.

We made it to the gym earlier than we thought we would, so we just kept silence until our appointment was to start.

"Janice?" Nick questioned

"Uhm," I mumbled

"Are you okay?" He asked with concern written all over his face.

Out of everyone I thought he would think I'm not crazy, but I guess not.

"I'm fine." I smiled at him sarcastically and eventually I walked out of the car, not caring if he was coming or not. I made my way to the gym's door prepared to feel everyone's eyes on me because of the lost of The Best Boxer of Detroit, also known as my mother.

"Hey," I heard someone mumble and I turned around only to find another lost piece of my mom, Paul,her trainer. Though, I did feel bad for not giving a shit I wasn't ,exactly, in the mood for his bullshit, so I turned back around and headed for my boxing gloves.

"Hey!" He said louder. Did he not understand that I wasn't up for someone feeling pity for me?

I couldn't take this anymore.

"Look ... I know who you are, and I'm sorry that she's dead, but I just came here to box ... So if you could just leave like everyone else does I would deeply appreciate it." I finished my little speech realizing that the whole gym was staring at Paul and me.

"Janice," he started "I'm sorry."

"Yeah ... I am too," I whispered.

He took my hand and lead me to a corner where no one could hear us. I noticed no one was paying attention, so I guess that was a good thing.

"I know you've been through a lot ,but we both know that boxing is something your mom would want you to do." I stared at him and recalled to the night that she died.


"Look at me!" The man shouted

My mother refused to and quickly got her consequence. The dark skinned boy took his fist and collided it to my mothers face.

*End of Flashback*

I quickly snapped out of my flashback, scared to go any deeper, and agreed to what Paul was saying.

"Because I know what state you're in-" I cut him off

"I'm not crazy."

He continued as if I had said nothing.

"I want you to train my boys for these next couple of weeks since they'll be staying here in Detroit ... It'll help... I promise," he finished his offer and walked away.

I rolled my eyes knowing that I didn't really have a choice

"When do I start?"

Paul turned around and spoke with a smirk on his face.

"They're already in the main room."

Oh God, Paul, thanks for the heads up! I thought.

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