Working Out, Picking Up!

[matt]

The screeching sound echoed thought out the small gym. Somebody obviously stepped through the double-doors. Their feet screeched against the glossy, hardwood floors. He man was rather tall for the age of people hear, and was built rather nice. He had nice, to-die-for abs that glistened in the gym’s bright lights. He had a white towel draped over his left shoulder, which was drenched with sweat. He walked smoothly to the weight bench and sat his shirtless-self down on it. He flicked the white towel over the bench then fell back. From this position his body looked perfect, like that of a professional athlete who has spent hours working on it. As he reached up and grabbed the cold, metal of the dumbbell, the outline of ever muscle he had grew dark, and intensified. “One!” He let out in a gasp as he raises it up then down in a perfect fashion. Anybody who didn’t know this guy would have thought he was a physical trainer, because of his flawless body.

“Two!”

He continued to count with each passing rep. As he reached twenty with ease a large smile grew over his face. He licked his lips and kept on with the reps. If he hadn’t such short time he would have kept on going all the way to a hundred. This is getting a little too easy! he said to himself arrogantly. Finally he lifted the large weight up once more and placed it on the frame, whilst letting out a grunt. He sat himself up and drug the towel across his forehead, collecting the tiny bead of sweat the formed. He looked around at the gym and didn’t see a sole. He wondered why nobody seemed to care about keeping in shape here. He’d go crazy if he couldn’t keep in shape, even if he never competed in and physical activity anymore after giving up wrestling. He sat down and gripped a water bottle in his paws, he began to think back and really wished that it was a bottle of alcohol. Any kind of alcohol, he didn’t care. He just missed those days already and wanted to be free again. He didn’t like people watching him, and he couldn’t have been in a worst place, there is always someone watching him here. Matt swallowed his last sip of water, then sat up. He scanned the gym for more equipment that could be to his use, however his attention was diverted.

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[peyton alexandra sloane]

She was having a horrible day and she was done with it all. Stupid shitty rumors were already going around so she was giving her opinion and making rumors herself. By the end of the week, people would be at other people's throats. She didn't give a shit though, that was what they deserved. Laughing she shook her head and slowly started to strip with in her dorm. She decided the best thing she could do right then, was to go work it out in the gym, with the punching bags. She grabbed her spankies and pulled out her sports bra smiling as she looked at herself in the mirror. She just couldn't help it, she did look good whether other girls wanted to admit it or not.

Smirking she slipped into her purple spankies and pulled her white and purple sports bra over her and placed on her tennies. She pulled up her hair into a messy ponytail, that bombed when she walked. After that she walked out of her dorm and towards the gym, stopping at the machine to get a water. Once she got a water she stepped into the gym and grabbed a folded towel that was on the side. She always kept her ipod on her, so she was set and was ready to break herself. She placed the earbuds in her ears and closed her eyes walking towards the ring and the punching bags and what not.

In all truth she didn't even notice the boy that was in the weight room off to the side of the gym. She placed her water and towel down on the chair and moved over to the punching bag smirking. Cracking her neck and she prepped herself and then started to wale on the punching bag, going at it fast and strong. The bag started to fling everywhere and when it came back towards her, she'd it with another devastating blow. The hits rung throughout the gym, but she didn't hear, all she heard was the blaring hip hop in her ears. Her body shuffled and bounced and zig zagged around the punching bag as she continued to throw punches and kicks at it. Her chest bounced along with her butt as she moved. She didn't think anyone was there, so she didn't care to try to calm down so that they didn't.

Her moves were swift and effective anyone that couldn't been on the other side of them, might find themselves in the hospital or in heaven. She smirked and continued to throw blows sweat starting to collect on her smooth velvety skin. It glistened over her form as she continued to let out all her stress and anger on the swinging bag of weight.

[matt]

The clinking of the chain, and banging of the bag catches Matt’s attention. In fact, if actually caught him off guard and causes him to jump. He laughs at himself and feels quite stupid when he turns to see it was only a girl, shocker to him really. He didn’t think anybody came here on will, after all he was the only person here to begin with. He began to observe the girl, it was the first he’d seen since arriving here. Despite his current sexual orientation lately, he found himself rather attracted to the unknown female, which blew his mind. He hadn’t actually seen a girl that he felt attracted to in quite some time. His dreamy, blue eyes couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly round boobs that flew around wildly. Ward, rushing blood begins to flow freely to Matt’s ’’happy area’’ not fully erecting it, but surely getting Matt’s attention. He uses his hand to flatten the bulge in his shorts. He licks his lips then starts to coolly walk over to the female.

As he starts on the short walk a train of thoughts begin to run wild in his head. He starts to think about how she might be uninterested in him, and then what will he do? He wouldn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the first girl to get hard, in about a year, with out any physical demeanors. However, at the same time he didn’t want to just let this opportunity pass, he knew if he didn’t act now he most likely wouldn’t ever. He almost tripped over several items for he couldn’t take his eyes off the strikingly beautiful girl. After what seemed to be a marathon, Matt reaches his destination. Butterflies begin to hatch in his stomach then start flying around. Like a preschooler who has a litter crush on their teacher, his cheeks turn a rosy red color. If it weren’t for her headphone, she would have heard his heavy, panicky breathing. Matt takes these last seconds to prepare himself before grabbing the girls attention, he wipes any sweat off, which was probably from his nerves now and not the workout. Then clears his throat and mutters ”Excuse me.” his voice was small, and childlike. He seemed pretty nervous, like a little kid too. He really hoped he wouldn’t screw this up!

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[peyton alexandra sloane]

She kept going, punching and kicking at the swinging bag. She was furious, she was heated, she was pissed, she was hot, what ever other phrases there was for just completely mad, was what she was. She hated the damn school and not to mention all of its stupid little shitty students. The only person she didn't mind was Mouse, but she didn't see that often, due to their schedules. She felt like she could kill someone right now, but thats what got her here in the first place, she needed to stop killing people and needed to take out her life and its misery out on something that couldn't die if you hit it hard in the neck or something like that.

It was like her whole life had only gotten worse since she came here and all the shock therapies and a few ice baths, everyone thought she would change, but she didn't, and things only got worse. Peyton wailed on the pour weighted bag more and more with every thought. When was she going to be done, with all this anger and depression, better yet, when was she going to be out of this hell hole. She could only help soon, and right then there was a small pause in the music and she heard something. Turning around she saw a nice handsome looking boy there, looking at her, she could tell he was slightly flustered.

She tilted her head and watched him a second before, slowly pulling her earbuds out of her ears. "Hmm yes?" She asked while raising an eyebrow, perfect little beads of sweat rolled down over her chest as she wiped her face with the towel she had gotten. Peyton could only guess he was checking her out just like he was now. He must've been watching for a long time, or had just noticed her after a workout, because he was sweating pretty badly. She laughed a little before, bending down and tying her shoe laces, since all her moving around made them loose. She wasn't even physically exhausted yet, she'd have to go for another round, after this guy stopped staring at her and said something. "Gonna say something doll? I do have to get back to my work out."