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chapter two
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TIM OPENED HIS TRUCK DOOR FOR LAYLA.
"Thank you." She got in Tim closing the door. "Where exactly are we going?"
"I told you, we're going to train."
"Babe I have a seven hour shift waiting for me. I was hoping to get a little sleep before."
"You don't need sleep, you need to train. And one thing that always makes me stay active is running." They had woken up at exactly four am, and it was now four thirty-two.
She nodded before she yawned. "Wake yourself up." Tim spoke looking in her direction.
"Kinda hard to do that when I only got four hours of sleep."
"Here." He handed her an energy drink. "Tim, it's four in the morning. I'm not drinking this."
He gave her a small smirk. "You will." He parked his car walking to the other side as he helped her out of the car.
"Let's go." She looked around the track wondering how exactly he had access to it.
"Let's see if you can outrun me." He asked. "Use your best running skills babe. Cause you're gonna need them."
Layla chuckled before they walked to the starting line. Shaking off the sleep. She had told him she had done some sports in high school, cheer being the main one. But he didn't know she was practically a track star.
"Let's do this then."
Tim nodded. "On three." He counted down until he reached one, Layla shooting off like a bullet in the wind.
Tim did his best to catch up with her as she sprinted down the track. Around two minutes passion before she was suddenly at his side.
"Don't tell me you're getting tired." She spoke to him playfully.
"What?" He looked to her before he spoke panting heavily. "Course not."
"Then pick up the pace old man." She joked before she ran off.
She did a total of five laps stopping for a little to catch her breath as Tim slowed down next to her.
