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Hi. I'm Brooklyn. I'm 5'2- actually nope. I'm 5'1. We measured yesterday.

Let me start over.

Hi. I'm Brooklyn. I'm 5'1 and weigh 94 pounds.

Walking into a gym filled with big, big guys, is pretty fucking scary.

There was low music playing through the huge room, as long as grunts, groans, and the sounds of equipment banging against each other.

There aren't that many girls in here that I can see.

There's two actually.

Two very big, muscly girls.

I swallowed and looked up at Freddie, then over to Kalen.

Big guys.

Kalen had light blue shorts on with a muscle tank top and Fred had on a grey hoodie and black workout shorts on. Me? Black Nike Pro short and a black zip up sweater with a mint green crop top long sleeve that was kinda also like a sports bra. And Converes! I love my Converes.

The two big woman wore what looked like sports bras and one wore leggings, the other wearing shorts.

Lots of muscles there.

Most guys didn't have shirts on, showing off the big big muscles.

Muscles overlapped other muscles visibly, and there pecs looked bigger than my boobs! They looked like boobs! Their thighs were probably as wide as I am and curved out a little. Their calves were like the side of my head. And their abs. Like, it looked like it cut deep into their body.

I like muscles.

Freddie has great muscles, big enough to make his shirt sleeves tight around them, but they aren't that big. And his thighs are toned, not sculpted.

And his abs (lord theirs perfect) are not cut into him. Theirs built and visible but his skin does not stretch into him five centimetres from going over the muscles.

I raised my hand and grabbed Freddie's.

It wasn't even my idea to come here. It was Kalen's. When he came over this morning for him and Fred to go to the gym, he saw me asleep on the couch, asleep, so he convinced Fred to take me. Now here I am.

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to be in the way." I mumbled.

"You could never be in the way." Kalen said. I looked up at him.

"You can't flirt with me. You're engaged now."

"Eh."

I looked back at Freddie. "I can go."

"Nope." He started walking and dragged me with me. Kalen followed with a grin.

I heard a grunt and then a bang and I quickly looked to the left, seeing a big guy just dropped a barbell onto the ground. It was loaded with weights. The guy was drenched in sweat and let out a low growl towards me as he breathed.

Scary man.

"I have a feeling you'll like this." Kalen said and leaned against a treadmill. "Goes up to 20."

"Okay." I said with a little shrug and stepped onto it, looking over all the buttons. I've literally never been on one of these. I haven't used any of these equipments before so this may end badly.

Fred walked around to the front of it and reached over, pressing a green button. The track began to move under my feet slowly and I started walking.

"Fast learner." Kalen hummed.

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