Pain

Chapter Six

I dropped my bag into a cubby and walked over to start stretching. I came early to do my more embarrassing stretches before Kat arrived. Most of them had something to do with my ass sticking up in the air. We had been meeting up every morning for the past week.

I thought back to the first day. It was so embarrassing.

I had gotten through all of the stretches I wanted to do before he showed up, and I was on the last one. I was on my knees, my legs spread as far as they would go, and I would rock forward onto my forearms and then rock back, still on my forearms.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

My head whipped to the door and sat back onto the mat, my legs folded under me. Kat dropped his bag near mine.

"You're weird as fuck, you know that?"

"It's a stretch, and it works really well, thank you." I stuck my nose up.

"I'm sure it does." He snickered.

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later." He quoted me.

"Can we just start? I have more stretches to do."

"I do too. I'm pretty flexible."

"Yeah, right."

He then proceeded to wipe the floor with me. He really was flexible. The only things I beat him on were the splits.

"Fine, you win. Can we move on?" I was getting peeved.

"Mhm." He looked smug.

"Do you use weights?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"No, I do calisthenics."

"That's for losers who're too weak for a real workout."

"Fine, let's switch. I'll do your routine on my level, and you do mine on your level. And yes, before you rub my nose in it, you are physically stronger than me. You're a guy. That's how it works."

By the end of the workout, we were both dead.

"Fuck, no wonder you're ripped."

He sat up from where we both collapsed on the floor to flex.

"Lemme feel." I reached for his flexing bicep.

"Fuck no. What is wrong with you?"

"I'll let you feel mine." He narrowed his eyes at me before raising his arm again.

"Damn. You really are fucking ripped." His smug smile returned.

"Let's see yours then."

I raised my arm and flexed.

"Hm." He squished my arm a couple of times.

"Excuse you, I complimented you. Twice." I raised my eyebrows.

"Fine, let me feel again." I did.

"You are pretty strong. I'm impressed." I beamed.

"I've got a six-pack, too." I raised my tank top.

"Damn, you do. I do, too." He lifted his shirt.

I gaped. "Holy shit. That's like an eight-pack!" I poked his stomach. It was rock hard. His ego was now impossibly huge. Smug bastard.