Troy Is Dead?? Really!?!?

He pushed me and pushed me and pushed me until I shot him a glare that I hoped was full of venom.

"You know I hate you, right?"

"Hurry up!" he half-barked-half-mumbled. With him, words were never spoken as much as they were being mumbled.

"For Troy, okay?" I said confidently and clenched my fist.

"Troy??" One eyebrow cocked up in male confusion.

"Ya, Troy. You know, the movie where they went to war and shouted at the top of their lungs, 'For Troy!!' with fists punched in the air??"

"He died, right?" asked he, bouncing lightly on the silver gym ball as he passed a pair of 5kgs to me.

And because I am evil and knew what he was going to say, I played dumb.

"Who?"

"Troy."

"What!?! Hello?? How can Troy be dead?? Troy's a place lahh, you schmuck. Achilles was the one who died."

(Somebody paiseh already. Obviously you need not be a historian to know about Troy.)

"Okay, faster do."

And I couldn't wipe the smirk on my face as I took the 5kgs from him and started on my bicep curls. Oh, how I controlled the cackle that threatened to spill from my lips!!

Whatever you say, CurledEyelashes...

Laterz...
Lenny