Loving Oliver

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ２５ Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ Ｔｈｅ Ｒｅｓｔｏｒａｔｉｏｎ... Ｉ Ｈｅａｒ Ｉｔ'ｓ Ｇｏｏｄ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｈｅ Ｓｏｕｌ】

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　２５　Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ　Ｔｈｅ　Ｒｅｓｔｏｒａｔｉｏｎ...　Ｉ　Ｈｅａｒ　Ｉｔ'ｓ　Ｇｏｏｄ　Ｆｏｒ　Ｔｈｅ　Ｓｏｕｌ】

I never thought I would find myself in a gym with my brother in the south having fun but here I was. Hanging out with my older brother and his bestfriend learning to lift weights with them on a weekend afternoon.

I found myself on the bench seat practicing with smaller weights to find where I was at for a starting point. Owen was incredibly helpful in figuring a good pace with both my sets and reps for each type of lift.

Sam was there to spot me or watch me carefully at each exercise, always the protector. His hands settled on his hips as he carefully watched each exercise to make sure I had good form.

I found myself enjoying having the short term goals and the satisfaction of successfully completing a set or finishing my reps for the exercise.

Before long Sam and Owen began their own work outs when they both felt I was well enough to begin on my own. Though they did remain close by. 

Very close.

Because as much as I wanted to pretend to be a normal teenage for point five fucking seconds someone, somewhere would recognize me and remember me for who the tabloids painted me as.

I had unfortunately gained some attention from a couple of guys who thought mentioning my magazine covers would be the perfect pick up line. I felt my mask slip into place as the third guy approached me after a good talk up from his friends in the corner. They had their phones out no doubt recording the interaction.

I heard one say 'dude she's a fucking model, you don't have a chance.' Before releasing a snicker and turning around to lean on his other friend before the guy had finally managed to approach me.

The guy was cocky and came over with a swagger that dripped in entitlement. The arrogance that surrounded us was thick and suffocating and I hadn't turned to walk away in time to avoid his approach.

I was placating him until I could find the quickest exit out of this conversation.

But before I had a chance Sam found his way beside me, quickly, placing himself almost in front of me to distance me more from the guy.

He seemed to be in his late teens or early twenties.

There was a brief awkward silence before the guy sized up Sam's large frame and I could see the losing battle in his eyes but he was too prideful.

The guy opened his mouth but Sam beat him to the punch.

"No."

"Dude." The guy protested pissed.

"No."

"You don't have a chance but it's not because she's a model, it's because she's underage. Now get lost." Sam grunted out. I didn't miss the way his the corner of his lip curled up or the small growl building in his throat.

I tried to hide the amused smile behind my water bottle as I took a giant sip hoping to calm myself down before I laughed and ruined this guy's entire confidence.

'Who the fuck are you?" He asked annoyed because for some reason Sam's reasoning still wasn't good enough to leave.

I choked on my water and tried to catch my breath. Sam reached over and gently patted my back until I had recovered.