Is there ever actually a good time to go to the gym? I don't do well with crowds, and right now I feel extremely overwhelmed. Not only am I struggling to breath with the amount of sweaty people surrounding me, but I have a pregnant Christina constantly nagging in my ear about how the personal trainer is five minutes late.
"Chris, will you calm down?" I sighed rubbing my tired eyes, "it's six in the morning, I am sure he is running late for a legitimate reason."
"I wonder how we know who he is?" she said, biting her fingernails and scanning the room with her dark brown eyes, "Maybe he is waiting for us? Tris you know I hate to keep people waiting." Christina said looking at me wide-eyed.
Letting out a soft chuckle and rolling my eyes, I turned to grab my best friend's hands in mine.
"He said he will meet us on the couches in the waiting room at six. He is just running a tad over time, so sit back and relax because I am sure for the next hour and a half we will be doing anything but." I said with an anxious laugh. I am anything but co-ordinated.
"Christina and Tris, right?"
Turning around to the deep voice that interrupted us, well let's just say I wasn't complaining. The first thing I noted was that he was tall, completely dwarfing my tiny height. His muscly arms adorned by a thin black t-shirt were crossed over his chest and his legs covered in black training pants. His face was well defined, his dark brown hair cropped close to his head. But the thing I noticed most were his eyes, a dark blue, completely enticing, hard and guarded.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him cough loudly. Apparently Christina was thinking the same as me.
"You are my clients, are you not?" He clipped in an annoyed tone.
"Uh yes, I'm Tris," I said pointing to myself, "and this is Christina." I finished, extending my hand in greeting.
He simply stared at my hand with a stony face, ignoring my greeting and turning on his feet signalling for us to follow him.
Attractive, but a total arse.
"Come on Tris this is pathetic! Christina is doing better than you and she is pregnant!" Four, as I learnt his name was, yelled at me.
I was beginning to get right sick of him. For the last hour he has been pushing me to the point where I vomited once, and had to sit out for five minutes, all the while yelling abuse at me. Christina of course, found the whole thing hilarious. She gets it easy, walking on the treadmill at a comfortable pace, while I have been on the cross trainer, exercise bike, treadmill, rowing machine and weights.
I think this is what dying feels like.
"I give up!" I yelled, jumping off the treadmill and turning to stand right in front of four. "You think you can stand there and yell abuse at me for an hour? What right do you have to call me pathetic?" I cried, jabbing my finger at his chest, "It's my first session for God sake!" I huffed, jutting my hip out, wiping the sweat off my forehead and crossing my arms over my chest.
Four stared me down with an indifferent look on his face, slowly blinking before opening his mouth.
"Sessions finished, you're free to go." He said, and turning to walk away.
"What?" Christina yelled from her position on the treadmill, "but we still have half an hour," she stated, looking at the clock on the wall.
Looking at me over his shoulder, he spoke to Christina all the while keeping eye contact with me.
"You have your friend to thank for that, I don't train quitters. So If you want to keep this up I suggest you book anther appointment with someone else." With that he walked away, around the corner and out of sight.
"Way to go Tris, I actually liked him," Christina grumbled, carefully steeping off the treadmill and waddling to the locker room.
Temporally stunned at what just happened, I watched Christina's retreating figure walk away. Snapping out of my shock, I limped up to Christina, already feeling the stiffness from exercising, and grabbed my bag from my locker.
"Are you right to get home? I would drop you off but I have to pick Jonah up from work, then I have an ultrasound." Christina stated bluntly. Great she was mad.
"Yeah, I'm fine; I will catch a taxi or something." I mumbled, no use, she didn't even stay to hear my response.
Letting out a sigh, I shoved my bag on my shoulders and grabbed my phone ready to call a taxi. However as life would have it I ran into something hard on my way out the locker room door, dropping my phone and smashing it on ground.
"Shit, Shit, shit" I cursed, scrambling to pick it up off the ground, but someone had already beat me to it.
Looking up to thank the person for picking up my phone, my words stopped short in my mouth when I saw Four staring down at me with an annoyed look on his face. Realising he was waiting for me to grab my phone I blushed, quickly snatching it out of his hands and mumbling a quick thanks.
Just as I started to walk away, a strong hand gripped my forearm, halting me in my tracks. Shaking the hand off my arm, I turned around raising an eyebrow at Four.
"What?" I snapped.
"Carful Tris," he whispered in a low monotone voice, before turning into the locker room, the door closing loudly behind him.