"Funny, so is this little act of yours. Have you not gotten the point yet?"
"Can't say that I have." Randy smirked, watching her continue on with her reps. It was then that he noticed she was letting her elbows moving too freely. "You're doing that wrong."
"What?" Before she could even protest Randy was standing behind her, one hand resting against her elbow. "What the hell are you doing!" She tried to get away from his grasp but it proved to be useless.
"Taking a break from being such an ass to stop you from hurting yourself. You're doing these wrong." Randy sighed, his mouth right next to her hear. She could feel the way he was pressing into her, and though it was completely innocent she still couldn't help knowing that he probably enjoyed every moment of it.
Randy used his hand to push her elbow in against her side. "Try it now."
"Would you get off of me."
"After you do a curl properly. I'd hate to see such a pretty thing like you end up with an injury from something so stupid."
"This doesn't change anything."
"Wouldn't want it to. Where would all the fun be in that?" He felt her begin to lift up the weight and smiled. Her entire body was pressing against his as the muscles in her arm began to contract. "Can you feel that?"
"You sick fuck!" She cried, jumping away from Randy as the weight crashed down to the floor below right on top of her foot. This caused her to cry out in even more pain and she began to jump around. "Shit! Son of a bitch!"
Randy picked the weight up off the floor and set it back on the rack. "What the hell did you do that for!"
"You're a fuckhead, you know that?" She snapped, the tears beginning to form in her eyes from the pain. Lowering herself down on the bench, she frantically began to work on the laces of her shoes. "You better hope nothings broken…"
"Or what?" Randy snapped back. He hadn't done anything wrong, and he didn't appreciate her getting on his case about it. "I'd hate for you to forget that it was you who dropped the weight on your own foot. I didn't do anything. If you weren't so uptight about everything then maybe you wouldn't jump to such stupid conclusions."
"Maybe if you'd just stay the fuck away from me we wouldn't have this problem now would we?" She snapped back, her eyes narrowing in on him. It was at that point of time that Randy realized if looks could really kill then he'd be a dead man twenty times over. "Did you learn your lesson?"
"Here, let me see." Randy offered, trying his best to ignore her comments.
She pulled her foot away from his grasp. "I think you've done enough already, thanks." Her words were like poison, and it didn't go unnoticed by Randy. "So why don't you leave me alone?"
"What are you going to do? Hobble out of here?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." She snapped she was finally able to peel her sock off. "Now I'd appreciate it if you left me alone before you get me kicked out of here."
Shaking his head, Randy held up his hands in defeat. It was obvious that there would be no talking to her when she was in such a mood. Hell, what man could win against a woman with PMS to begin with? "Fine. Have it your way." With a sigh, Randy turned towards the seated leg press. If she wanted him to stay away then it would be exactly what he did.
Adjusting the weight to something a little heavier, he glanced back up in her direction. She still seemed to be examining her toes as her body shook just slightly. "The dumb bitch is crying. She put up an act." He was a little surprised and yet at the same time expecting of it. She didn't want anything to do with him, so why would she show any emotion around him. Still, it made him feel better to know that she was human just like everyone else. "The second something doesn't go right the ice-queen has to go balling her eyes out and being all independent."
Forcing himself to look away, Randy started his reps. When the first one had been completed, he stopped and eased the weights down. All of a sudden, he was in no mood to finish his workout. Not knowing that she was sitting across the room. "Why can't women be understandable?"
Deep down, Randy knew that his mind was screaming 'because men are idiots' but he refused to listen. He liked it better when he could have his way. Which meant he wasn't going to give up on her, despite how much of a stubborn bitch she seemed to be.
Grabbing his water bottle up off the floor, he headed out towards the exits. There was always later if he really felt the need to blow off some steam.
Deceptive-Innocence: I have a funny feeling she won't be giving in any time soon
Devil on the Run: Score one for me!
