Love Trainer [BibleBuild Edition]

Week One

Build paced around his living room, his cell to his ear. His brown tabby, Omen, watched him from the armrest of the couch, eyes half-hooded, tail set to a gentle wag.

"He's such a jerk, Shereen! I already cut most of my carbs and alcohol. I've been lifting weights three times a week, but now he's nagging me about cardio!" Build tossed his blue cap at the gym bag by the door.

"Do I really need to remind you that you specifically asked for the strictest trainer they have to get you the ultimate revenge body so that you can show off to that barista that turned you down?" Shereen threatened, accentuating her words with a mocking tone.

Build stopped pacing, his face twisted with his anger. An anger likely exacerbated by his lack of proper nutrition.

"The strictest trainer, not the spawn of Satan himself! He doesn't even believe I worked out hard enough until I send him a picture." Build began to take off his socks with one quick and angry pull.

"A picture of what?"

"My face!" Build yelled again, hoping his friend finally got the travesty.

"He asks for pictures of your face... like on a regular basis?"

"Yes, every time I finish cardio." Build threw his hands up in exacerbation.

There was a long pause from Shereen, one of those that spoke of confusion. "How hot is this guy?"

"What? What the hell does that have to do with anything? He's a gym nazi!" Build put his phone on speaker and took off his shirt, tossing it on top of the sweaty socks he had just taken off.

"Jakapan, answer my question."

"Obviously he's hot as fuck! He's a personal trainer with a body carved out of marble." Build sat on his wooden coffee table, he rubbed the sides of his temple hoping to ease the pressure.

"That doesn't give me much." It was obvious in Shereen's tone there was an eye roll.

Build sighed, knowing that the next answer was giving into a truth he was not ready to come to terms with. "He looks like DPR Ian, happy now?"

Shereen's laughter was laced with evil. It automatically made Build's stomach turn.

"No wonder you haven't given up."

"I haven't given up because I am going to show that asshole I am not a little bitch!"

"Who? The barista or the trainer?"

"Shereen!" Build has the sudden urge to press that red button and end the suffering.

"Jak, all I heard is that your hot personal trainer is asking you for pictures. How many have you sent? Show them to me."

"No," Build shook his head. It was already embarrassing enough as it was, he didn't need Shereen's input.

"Hey, I am your friend, who else is going to help you snatch up that trainer?"

"I don't want to snatch him! I want to punch him in the face." Build picked up his phone and stormed toward the bathroom.

"His hot DPR Ian face? That's a crime. Send me the pictures or I'll get them myself next time you're passed out drunk." Shereen laughed.

"I told you I'm not drinking that much anymore." Build turned on the shower and sat on the toilet, dropping his head on his hand. His hair was soaked from his jog. He had to admit that the least he was doing was trying to prove to that damn trainer he wasn't a total pussy.

"Jakapan! Send me the damn pictures right now!"

Build gave in, he looked through his phone at the two pictures he had sent. His cheeks were bright pink, hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat. Looking at them he knew exactly what his friend would say, but he sent them anyway. He might as well get the hit out of the way.

He set the phone down again to finish undressing, then placed both his hands on the faucet to look up at himself in the mirror. Build debated the idea of quitting the gym and losing the money of the membership. It's not like he really needed to be so fit.

"Oh my god! You're flirting with him!" Shereen shrieked and Build closed his eyes and dropped his head.

"I am not," he argued, but it wasn't convincing, even to himself.

"Oh, come on Build. You are posing for him and also you're showing off some collarbone."

"This is not the eighteen hundreds, Shereen. It's an old shirt and the collar is stretched."

"What did he say when you sent them?" The smile on Shereen's face was heard a mile away.

"He doesn't say anything, he gives me the picture a thumbs up." Build's answer had his friends laughing hysterically.

"Okay, that's it! I'll talk to you later, I'm going to shower."

"Oh man, this is better than I thought. You have to keep sending me the pics. I want to see how slutty you'll get trying to get his attention. What's his name again?"

Build took a long sigh, once again predicting where the conversation was going.

"Wichapas," Build's reply was the truth, but it hid an important clue.

"Nickname?" Shereen knew her best friend well enough to know that.

"Bible," Build sighed again as he responded. On queue Shereen's hysterical laughter broke through the speakers.

Build finally pressed the red button that ended the mockery.