Jonathan was feeling bitter. Must be a Wednesday. He didn’t dare to go ten feet near his sister while she mourns…if one could even call it mourning. Mostly, he figured she was just pissed. In the meantime, he figured he should get with the program, not that he knew jack shit about fighting. Still in his Vineyard Vines sweater over his Tommy Hilfiger button down, he pulled off his outerwear and picked up some weights and began to work.
Honestly, he was still angry. He was angry with Rosalie, he was angry with his father, and he was angry that his mother was dead. He shook slightly in anger as he lifted the weights, hoping a distraction would come along.