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in the room grab me and haul me off of Chance. I glare at him as I’m forced into a chair. I can hear yelling but I’m not really paying attention to what is being said. I’m trying to catch my breath when the director, Jerry, steps in front of me.
    “What the fuck is your problem?” he squawks.
    I gape at the man. “My problem? That fucking asshole just kissed me!” I shout, pointing at Chance, who is now sitting in a chair also.
    “And? You’re playing a gay couple! You’re gonna have to get comfortable enough with him to kiss him!” he barks.
    “I get that! But we weren’t reading a kissing scene! He did it to fucking harass me!”
    Jerry looks back and forth between us. “You think I don’t know that you two don’t get along? I can see the hostility when you two look at each other. This can’t continue. We’re going to take a week break, and on this break, you two better learn how to get along or I will replace you both,” Jerry says seriously.
    “What the hell are we supposed to do?” I ask in confusion.
    “I don’t give a shit. Hang out, take dance lessons, go to a club, go to dinner - just get together and get along; otherwise, you’re both out. And don’t think I won’t have Morgan check up on you two. We’re done for the day, everyone go home.”
    With a parting disapproving glance, Jerry leaves. Chance and I sit in the chairs that we were placed in and watch as everyone gathers their things and leaves us. After the final person leaves and the door shuts, I point a finger at Chance.
    “This is all your fucking fault,” I snap angrily.
    “Oh, grow the fuck up, Parker,” Chance mutters in irritation as he dabs his bloody nose with the hem of his T-shirt.
    I gape at him, speechless. Not only did he tell me to grow the fuck up, but also he called me by my name, not one of his dumbass nicknames that he likes to call me.
    “This was one of my favorite shirts,” he grumbles to himself as he tugs it over his head and wads it up under his nose. 
    I can only roll my eyes and look away.  If I have to be chained to this dickhead, it’s going to be on my terms. I pull out my cell and text Calvin.
    Parker:  Hey, man!  Need a favor
    Calvin:  Anything
    Parker:  Just got into it with Chance.  Director ordered us to work it out
    Calvin: That sucks bro
    Parker: Fuck! Tell me about it.  Can I bring him to the club?
    Calvin:  Send me his info & I’ll rush a background request
    Parker: Thanks, my man.  Talk soon
    Calvin: No problem. Later
    “I’m going to my trailer. I need a shower,” I say to nobody in particular.
    “Shall I join you, Ham hock?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Or do you prefer Ham cock?"
    I just don’t have it in me to banter with this prick, so I continue out the door.  But I just can’t let it go, needing to have the last word.  Just as the door is about to close, I throw a “Fuck you, Steele,” over my shoulder.  But satisfaction never comes as I hear him chuckling as the door slams shut.  Son of a bitch!

    Chance
    Parker called me late last night and asked if I had any ideas on how to do our punishment without killing each other. It seems the only thing we really have in common is that we both like working out. Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time at the gym this week.
    I'm not in the mood to lift weights, so I head right toward the treadmills. A nice long run will do me good. Parker follows me. I pick a machine and step onto it, placing my bottle of water in the cup holder and my towel over the rail. My phone is attached to my bicep, so I place my ear buds in my ears and turn on my running music, which is pretty much anything loud with a good beat that I can lose myself in. My mood today dictates a little Nine Inch Nails . I, too, would rather die than give him control. I see Parker out of the corner of my eye, doing the same thing and roll my eyes in annoyance.
    I start the treadmill at a slower warm up pace. 2% incline and about 3.0 mph. Parker