Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter Fourteen

Hehe. Today was great. Nothing really happened out of the ordinary but it felt so good to finally get that damn cast off. No one to bother me every five seconds, no more struggling with simple baking techniques, no more long bathroom trips, and when I get home I can finally start working out again. I promised Uncle I'd take it slow especially after what happened yesterday.

Honesty, I don't know what people are worried about. He should be happy I jumped back up so quickly. I feel good as new. I just have to make sure to keep busy enough and I'll be fine for a long time to come too.

"Um, hey."

I fluttered my eyes as a sudden beam of light radiated from my side. What the hell who turned up the sun? Big Daniel smiled down back at me. What the hell was this kid up to now? Was he worried about what happened yesterday? I'm not sure how he'll bring it up though since we already talked when he's in this body.

Have we really talked that much when he was Little Daniel either? Our conversation never last long and they're mostly me telling him whether I want a bag or not when checking out at the convenience store. There have been some moments here and there like when that happened with Zoe but that's it.

Once his light faded I could see Zack standing quietly next to him. He gave me a small wave. Haha. This idiot still has his casts on. Fucking sucker. I'm a free man now! 

"Yeah...hey."

"It must feel nice to finally have that thing off." He pointed at my left arm.

Where exactly is this conversation supposed to be heading? I need to get home as soon as possible so I can start working out again. After seeing all that Vasco could bench I'm fired up and roaring to beat that record! What was it? Around 350 pounds? That's what I could tell from a glance. I can only do 250. 

Hmm, I wonder how much he can bench in this body. Big Daniel was a bit on the leaner side compared to Vasco so I'm not really sure how I can compare. Should I invite him over to workout with me sometime? He can start working on his technique that way too.

I have a feeling he won't want to on the account that I'm a girl. Please, like I would mind him beating the shit out of me. At least the last thing I'd see before I die is a pretty face. Not a bad way to go if you ask me. I'm going straight to hell when I die so it'll be nice to have the illusion of an angel hovering over me at my last moments.

I flexed my hand, "Oh fuck yeah. As soon as I'm getting home I'm punching the shit out of my workout bag."

He was taken a bit back by my vulgar language, "O-oh, haha...shouldn't you still be careful though?"

I looked him straight in the eyes, "If I die, I die."

"Oh, um, excuse me!"

Hmm? A small middle aged man around my height stopped us at the front gate. He wore a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a dark green bomber jacket. I don't know if he did it to look younger but he parted his hair down the middle a lot like idols are right now. He stretched out a card towards Daniel as he offered him a deal.

"A fit model you say?!"

The man started to sweat, "Please take my card. I saw you on Pacebook and then came to find you. I'd like you to model for my website. I haven't gotten any response from the Pacebook messages I've sent you..."

Well no fuck. Daniel doesn't use Pacebook. If anything I forgot why he even made an account. For some reason I have a feeling it has to do with whatever happened recently with one of Zack's old buddied and a guy from the Burn Knuckles. Sook told me the gist of it but I honestly wasn't paying attention.