Mixed Signals

Chapter 4: Regret

Well, if he think he can just go up so some bitch and just basically mouth-fuck her, then he can just- "I'm sorry I kissed her. What's so wrong with that?"

Startled, I turned around to see Chris was still following me to the weight room. I sighed and turned back around. "It's not the fact that you kissed her, really. It's none of my business. I don't care what you do with girls, or that you're a man whore, or that you think you can just-" I stopped mid sentence when I realized I had ended up yelling at him. A smirk appeared on his face, and no matter how tempting it was to just do what he was doing to the girl earlier, he was still mocking me because we both knew I actually did care. Embarrassed, I decided to play safe and not say anything.

We finally arrived at the weight room, after what seemed like hours of walking. I pushed the door open and heard Chris take a sharp intake of breath. Our weight room was pretty impressive, but it was empty for today. was slightly strange. "This is the weight room. It's open to swim members, meaning if you want to come here on your own time, you can." I shut the door and looked at all the equipment. There was almost anything you could imagine that would be in a gym here- medicine balls, treadmills, weights, muscle bands, and so on. I turned to look at Chris. His jaw was slightly open, a look of awe on his face. He seriously looked like a little boy on Christmas that had just seen all the presents he had got. "You can try out anything you wa-" I was cut short when he ran to me and hugged me, lifting me up off the ground in a crushing hug. "Chris...! You're- crushing- me..!" I managed to gasp and he set me down. What the hell was that? "Sorry... Can I really?" He asked, and I nodded yes. I sighed and tried to regain my balance, and focus. Why the hell had he just hugged me? Ugh, Ash, you need to get your life together. It was just a hug, get over yourself. After that little mental chat with myself, I looked up and froze.

Chris had decided to try out the bench press, but shirtless. Damn. My breath caught in my throat. He had perfectly defined abs, and perfect golden tan skin. His muscles rippled under his skin as he threw his shirt to the side and laid on the bench press. "Yes? Something wrong?" Chris said, laughing as he stared at me. "Oh shit.... No no nothing..." I mumbled stupidly as I regained myself. For real? I should've caught myself staring. "I'm just gonna go... Tell me when you are ready to leave," I said, heading for the door. I grasped the handle of the door and jiggled the handle. It stayed solidly in place. What?! Its locked?! "Chris!" I yelled. "I think it's locked!" I turned around and saw him smirking at me. He went back to bench pressing and yelled back, "be the strong girl you are and open it yourself." I groaned. For real?! "Chris, get your ass over here and help me." He stood up and I had to remind myself not to stare. He walked over and brushed against me, and my heard started to beat rapidly. What the hell was wrong with me? I have a crush. I'm not like some flirty school girl who- "Hey is Ash in there?" I yelped as I realized he was talking to me, and I was staring again. "Yeah yeah I'm good." I flushed red and he smirked again, that gorgeous smirk...

"Damn. I can't get it either." I groaned and leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor, defeated. He did the same. We had been here for about an hour now, trying to unlock the door. To add to the unfortunate events, both our phones had no service. Why him? Why did I have to be stuck in the weight room with him? It could've been someone else, like Nick... He was my current crush, and I felt totally guilty for getting the least bit turned on by Chris. Nick was reliable, tan and skinny, a bit shorter than me, and cute. Not hot, but cute.

"Hey, maybe we should just wait here for people to find us". Chris's voice completely evaporated any thought of Nick I was currently having. "Sure. What should we do though in the meanwhile?" I asked. I was nervous about being alone in a room with him, especially after that stunt he pulled with the girl earlier. We were sitting with our backs to the wall, our legs outstretched, hands almost touching. It sent my heartbeat in flutters. "Hey, about earlier... Why'd you get so mad? I was just having some fun." He smirked, and I looked at him, exasperated. "Because! Im a girl and I have a vagina, therefore I'm attracted to..." I slapped my hand over my mouth in surprise. Was I really about to say that I was attracted to him? He seemed to know exactly what I was about to say. He turned and looked at me, and suddenly pushed my shoulders on the ground. He got on top of me and gave me another sexy smirk. Why the hell was I liking this?! I need to get up. I need to get up, I need - "You're gorgeous, you know that right?" He whispered, and leaned down so his lips were right above mine. His words tickled my ears. What the hell?! He needs to get off! Why am I liking this? My head was pounding, and my heart was exploding. Finally, I had some sense to place my hands on his chest and push him off. He crawled off and laughed loudly. "You should've seen your face! It was hilarious! You were blushing I thought you might pass out-" "Shut up! Just shut up! I'm not one of your flirty girls!" I yelled. "Why are you so mad about this!?" He yelled back in response. I was mad... But not mad that he almost kissed me. I was mad that I stopped him.

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Hey guys!
Sorry if this chapter sucks... I wrote half of it on my phone because I was on a swim team trip so yeah.
Let me know what you think of the characters - story.
Thanks! -gaby