"I'm not in the mood Sash..." Rey spoke to her friend on the phone the moment she had decided to pick up the call.

"Then why did you pick up?" Sasha questioned, picking at her nails as she heard the distinct noise of fists hitting bags. The girl rolling her eyes as she just knew her best friend was using her favorite form of physical therapy.

"Seriously, I don't have time for your shit." Rey spit back, growling as she once again pounded into the punching bag. Sending a powerful kick to it once more.

"Fine. How about you just explain to me what's happening? Carlos called me and considering the lack of messages I've gotten lately I take its something bad." Sasha sighed, she hated talking to Reyna this way. She was a bitch in general most days with sarcastic comments but days like this she was vicious.

"Dickwad called me..." Rey simply explained, yelling a little louder so Sasha could hear through the speaker.

"HE WHAT!" Now it was Rey's turn to handle her best friend as she began to boil with rage. "WHAT DID HE SAY! IM TAKING THE BAT TO HIS HOUSE AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! I'LL MOVE TO CANADA WITH YOU!"

"Sasha... please don't." Rey pleaded, pausing her combat for her best friends murderous tendencies.

"WHAT DID HE SAY!" She yelled back.

"Same shit, called me a hoe and said I was sleeping with Grant. You know." Rey retorted.

"What a fucking dick." Sasha responded in a much lower volume, one of which Rey appreciated. The girl was thriving with anger and Rey knew that she never bluffed when it came to the people she loved, it was one of the reason they had been friends for so long. Sure, they were both hotheads who could really get into trouble without much care but they balanced one another out when the other was being unreasonably angry.

"You can say that again." Rey snorted, going back to sending punches to the dented bag. "He's a fucking asshole. I don't know why I even let his words bug me but goddamn does it piss me off. He called me daddy issues... that sent me the over edge. I can't believe I let it affect me at work. I broke some poor guys arm, I'm a professional stunt coordinator and combat specialist! I shouldn't be doing that but yet it happened."

Sasha had calmed enough to know she now needed to be the reasonable one. "Alright cool listen to me. First of all I'm going to break his leg one of these days and I'll wear a mask so he can't know it's me. And second you're right, you shouldn't let his words affect you because he's pathetic and so what if you have a thing with Grant, he's hot and a sweetheart. The dude knows nothing about me and followed me. He's a sweetheart and honestly Dax is a piece of shit at the button of your heel compared to him. Moral of this little rant forget about rabbit fucker and do whatever makes you happy because fuck it that's why."

Rey snorted a laugh, "Grant and I aren't dating like at all, I don't understand why everyone wants us to so bad. And rabbit fucker? I see you and Carlos have been conspiring once more."

"We may or may not have planned an entirely perfect way to rip the skin off your ex boyfriends balls." Sasha coyly answered back.

"Slight problem with that, he doesn't have any."