Ashley's pov
I've been jumping rope for more than twenty minutes. In between I took a couple of breaks. I slump down on the mat exhausted beyond belief. My muscles ache, screaming at me in hatred for putting them through this torture. Maybe Blake was right, I am out of shape.
My stomach is flat on the mat, the thin sweat on my skin coating it without being able to penetrate. My cheek pressed into the navy blue mat as I pant for air. Blake slumps down beside me and pokes my sides. I groan not being able to move.
"You're not dying are you?" He joked but I can hear the tinge of seriousness in his tone.
I glare at him, not liking that he was finding this amusing. "I'm glad you find this amusing." I said sarcastically and turned my head away from him. He laughs at my childishness. I'm star
