The Jock and the Geek
Gym
AN: Hey guys I'm sorry I've been away. School has been crazy and I nearly didn't pass. I know that's a lame excuse as why I haven't updated. I've been SUPER busy this past week and haven't even updated in SEVEN months or more. I am a horrible person and I'm sorry. I was planning on updating this week too and I had a lot of assessments at school but I planned like half a chapter and then my USB mysteriously disappeared. And now I completely forgot what happens in this chapter so I have to write it from scratch. *sighs* Oh well… If I do find my USB after I update this I will redo this chapter. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. And all the reviews were lovely. Thank you. Enjoy!
Shout out to CleverRebeldD2 for motivating me to updating this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Host but if I did, I know who my Jared would be ;)
Jared's POV
I hate him. I hate his face, his accent, his eyes. Everything. His arms were around Melanie's body. Those weren't supposed to be his arms. Those were supposed to be mine. What did Melanie see in this guy? He was a total fake. A great football player but fake. In P.E class today, he and Melanie were running together on track. I watched them. Anton must have said something that upset her because she stopped running. They exchanged a few words then they started kissing. That's why I hate him more than anything. He had my girl. Mine. Melanie didn't stay long to chat last night. I felt so heartbroken and knew it was because of Anton. When the coach blew his whistle, Melanie and Anton broke apart and everyone went to the middle of the field for the class to be split up to play sports. Guys playing football while girls would go back to the gym to play volley ball. I hated this period already. First Anton and Melanie, now a class period without her. This was going to be a great day.
At lunch, nothing much happened but the absence of Melanie and Anton. I wondered where they were. Probably spending time together. The thought of Melanie being mind, fading away. I never knew how pathetic I was until this moment. Melanie was mine and I let some new kid who claimed he was better than me, steal her away. It was happening even though I didn't want it to.
When I got home, I checked my IM if Melanie was able to chat. She was offline. Gee, I wonder where she's at. Oh, wait, I know, she's probably with Anton. I growled. Well, it looks like I'm hitting the gym. I took a shower, grabbed my duffel bag and drove to the local gym to take Melanie and Anton out of my thoughts.
Once I got a few hours in the gym, I started to head out but saw someone at the corner of my eye. I glanced and saw it was Anton. Figured he'd be here too but if he was here, where was Melanie?
"Look, I don't care what's happening right now. You have to take care of the body or we're going to be toast, Avery." A short pause and Anton sighed. "Have you not been listening to me? We're criminals. If the cops find out what we've been doing, they'll arrest us and you know what mom will say about that. She'll dishonor us for good." Anton started pacing. "Yeah, yeah, yeah but I'm the leader of this operation so do what I say and no Melanie doesn't need to know my extra curricular activated. She hardly knows me. I can just stash them in her car if we get caught. Okay, I'm hitting the gym. Call me when you've gotten rid of the body. Bye." And with that Anton dropped his phone in his bag and headed to the back of the gym. I didn't know what to think. What body? Criminals? All I knew was Melanie was going to be in huge trouble if she spent one more waking moment with Anton.
Melanie's POV
When I saw Wanda and Ian holding hands after school I knew I had done my job. She sent me a quick text telling me I could leave without her. She was going to see a movie with Ian. I smiled and texted her back quickly.
Gymnastic Tryouts and Track after school. Back home a little later than expected. ~Mel
She didn't reply after that. Maybe because she was all wrapped in Ian's embrace. I didn't care. At least she was happy. I went to the gym to change into my comfortable clothes to tryout. When I looked around at everyone trying out I knew I was in very deep trouble. All the girls looked extremely flexible and they probably had more experience. I looked at my scrawny little body and wrapped my arms around myself, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. Sunny, the gymnastics coach who looked young for her age, might I point out blew the whistle and everyone lined up to tryout. It wasn't easy. You had to go through a whole obstacle. It was that simple considering how small the obstacle was. Five cartwheels, ten somersaults, two flips on the beam, a run up to the springboard and finish with a fly spring.
(Sorry I'm not a gymnast I have no idea what you do in tryouts so I'm just going with the flow on this part)
I could do them but let me tell you, the fly spring was a hard one after the spring board. A few of the girls behind me whispered, "What's a fly spring?"
I rolled my eyes. I knew most of them wouldn't have known what a fly spring was. It was a complicated routine that not most gymnast know of. In fact, Sunny thought it to me last summer when I was training for tryouts. She saw I had potential and quickly told me the trick to doing it so I felt confident enough, not overly confident though.
Tryouts began and there were only a few spots left on the team. I sweat dropped. Stryder was the last on the list. I hated how in every tryout they would do it alphabetically so that I was the last one. As my turn became closer, a few more girls got sent home for not making the team. Maybe I did have a chance.
"Stryder!" Sunny called. Her face was serious. I had to do my best. If I failed this obstacle I was afraid Sunny wouldn't help train me.
I breathed in and out before I started the obstacle. Okay…Five cartwheels. I close my eyes, letting my hands and feet do the work. I've done this routine so many times that I know it off by heart and knew when to do them. Once I had done the five cartwheels I moved on to somersaults. I kneeled down, leaned my head and did them without hesitation. I composed myself, standing up, I walked over to the beam. This stunt was going to cost me the tryouts but whatever… I laid a hand on the beam and with all my strength pushed my whole body up into a handstand so I was on top of the beam and then swung my legs to do the two flips. When I got off the beam, Sunny was smirking at me while taking glances at the other two judges who were amazed. Last task was the springboard and the fly spring. Taking a few more steps away from the spring board, I glanced at Sunny who nodded her head. I breathed in before running to the springboard, jumped twice then braced myself for the fly spring. Once I realized I had done it, the judges clapped for me. I sweat dropped glancing at Sunny. She beamed. I took that as a sign to get off the mat and walk to the judges. Taking my towel, I wiped off the sweat that had started to form at the back of my neck as the judges whispered to each other. I finally reached their table and Sunny was the one who told me the news.
"Congratulations, Melanie, you're in the team." Sunny exclaimed and I hugged her.
"Wow, thanks, coach!" I smiled, relieved that all that hard work last summer wasn't for nothing.
"You did very well that we've decided that you should be gymnastics captain." The other coach next to Sunny said.
I widened my eyes. I must have looked really weird. "Really? You're not kidding?" I asked. They shook their heads.
Sunny gave me a key. "Here's your locker key. You'll be changing lockers since you're captain now. Oh and your uniform…you'll have to go to the sports department to get yours."
I nodded. "Okay." I said taking the key. "I have a track meet right now so can I go?" Sunny nodded.
"Practices are Friday after school. I'll see you then." So I went to my track meet after.
AN: Okay, last chapter I said that I might be thinking of quitting this story but I'm not because I have a story now! No more writer's block. Thank you to the people who are still here reading this and I am EXTREMELY sorry it took so long to update. Next week, I'll be making another chapter. Fun, right? Maybe? Sorry I'm rambling but it's official, I am back and ready to write more fanfic. And Anton will be gone forever after next chapter or chapter after that. I promise.