A love hate relationship

1

"You're looking good girl." I smiled at my trainer. He was a handsome thirty year old gay man. I say gay because he was buff and feminine and he would shout to the world that he loved him some men girl. He was all about health and staying in shape. He wasn't originally a trainer but we sparked up a friendship and I asked him if he could show me how to properly use the equipment and he's been by my side ever since. We really only saw each other at the gym but I loved his vibe like any other. I would loved to chill with him outside of the gym but I was a loner. I really didn't care for any form of company. I was cool with us just being gym friends. I wanted to do my workout and get on with my life. I didn't need or want the outside life messing up my flow. At least not right now. I want to make money, and mind my business, that was my motto. But thanks to this man my strength was so much better. Messing with him I messed around and fell in love with the gym but I wasn't mad at it one bit. He said a little longer and I would have the physic good enough to be a swim suit model. I didn't want to get too muscular with my body. I loved my soft skin. It was bad enough that working out made me look older than my nineteen year old self. Not by much but bad enough. A lot of people assumed I was twenty-five. In my line of work it worked to my advantage but any other time I couldn't lie and say it didn't bother me a bit.

"Thank you girl." He did not mind me calling him a girl. He said he was Non-binary anyway. As I wrapped everything up I said my goodbyes and made my way out the door rushing to work. I worked at a warehouse house where we processed clothes and shipped them of to the customers. It was a cool little job but it was just one of many jobs that I had. This was just my legal job. Something to show proof of income and paying my rent and bills. If anyone knew my real way I got money I would be locked up if they snitched. That was one other reason why I preferred to be a loner. The less people that knew me the better. I didn't need no insecure hater getting on my bad side. I was good at walking away and keeping the peace when it came to trouble. I didn't need anything messing up my money.

"Always on time." My manager said as I rushed past him and to my station. I was always early and he always needed to point that out. It made some of the other employees jealous. Something I did not need in my life. My question was, why couldn't they be happy that I was getting praised for being on time instead of some weak ass haters? They knew that the manager was leaving and they needed a replacement and everyone just assumed that I was going to be the replacement. Little did they know that I didn't want the position. I just wanted to work my hours and go home. Don't get me wrong I would take the position if offered but I wouldn't cry if I didn't get it either. The older I get and the more I observe the people around me, and the more I realize that a lot of these bitches were emotionally unintelligent . It was very unattractive. Especially that bitch Flora. She was a complete asshole when it came to me. I couldn't help but laugh at her sometimes. She was so caught up on me and what I was doing that she would fuck up a lot of peoples orders. I had to admit that her dumb ass was beautiful and if I wasn't trying to keep a low profile I would have been fucked her beautiful ass up. She had me fucked all the way up. If I wasn't so cool calm and collective shit would have been popped off. But instead I keep quite when she say her smart remarks. I stayed so quiet so much that she truly believed that I was afraid of her. Say what you want as long as you didn't touch me and that she never did.

"Look who stank ass just walked in." I shook my head. The thing was, yes I was early but so were they. They got here before I did and yet they still found reason to hate. The fact of the matter was that the manager had a crush on me. He even built up the nerve to ask me out one day and I nicely turned him down. I was a full blown lesbian and no man had a chance with me. And in all reality she had a crush on the manager that had a crush on me. They could have each other for all cared. Yeah Flora claimed to be a straight woman but I knew deep down she was interested in women. She just had those strict religious parents whom despised gay relationships. I honestly believe that if her parents weren't so strict that she would be a hell of a lot happier. Thing was, she was twenty-two and still lived with them. Not that that was a bad thing. But if you truly wanted your freedom she would move out. Part of me felt that she was afraid to move out on her own. So she would put up with her parents mess for God knew how long.