18 years (Mature content) (Complete)

Chapter 2

I didn't kill him but pretty soon afterwards Lucy moved in with John. I figured because she didn't particularly want to be interrogated every time she walked through the door. And I figured she was having a lot more sex. Sophie also started going out a lot more with her new squeeze. A guy called Jake apparently. Which left me at home doing one of three things; gym, work or binge watching crap. Pretty soon it just became work and gym because I have far too much time on my hands and Netflix doesn't update quick enough.

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"I'll see you tomorrow Kylie," I called back to the older women at the back of the shop, "Thanks for locking up for me!"

"I know," she said, "I'm amazing!"

She wasn't much older than me at twenty five but I liked to annoy her by telling her she was old. She was a voluptuous woman with dark hair and dark brown eyes framed by a freckled nose and tanned skin. She knew I would deliberately piss her off so often she would start yelling curses at me in French. I was so glad I had taken Spanish for GCSE because I didn't particularly want to know what I was being called.

"Here," I threw a pack of cigarettes at her across the counter.

She smiled at me, "Très bien!" She laughed as she inspected them, "You remembered."

I smiled before walking out of the shop towards my beaten up Nissan. It was a faded metallic red and had dents all over it but it drove beautifully. I had brought it off a mechanic in the near by garage so it worked perfectly mechanically but the exterior needed work, but unfortunately I didn't possess the money to give it the facelift it needed. I dumped my bags onto the passenger seat and checked to see I had my gym bag in the back. I then turned the key in the ignition and it purred into life. She stilled worked wonderfully.

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Fifty seconds left! I told myself mentally.

Sweat poured down my face and my legs were turning to jelly. I had been running on the treadmill for the last hour with Likin park blaring in my ears. My boobs hurt like a bitch as I was wearing one of my less supportive sports bras.

Twenty seconds! I encouraged. I forced myself not to watch the timer it was about quarter to eight now so not many people were left in the gym. Which was always nice I was probably one of about seven, but I couldn't check as I refused to break my concentration.

Five. Four. Three. Two. ONE!

I was done. I turned off my iPod and sipped my water slowly. I stretched out my legs and arms and the numb feeling slowly subsided. My joints clicking as I stretched. I harshly wiped my forehead on my towel.

"You were brilliant on the treadmill." A man's voice came from behind me as I stretched.

"Thanks," I breathed through pants. I turned around to face my admirer. I gasped. "Sir?"

My ex PE teacher stood in front of me. He had left two years ago, just before I went into sixth form. I had told him everything about my past. He had defiantly bulked up since the last time I saw him but his hair was still the same twenty-year-old tousled look he had always had, despite being thirty six now. He had the same grey-blue eyes that I had remembered him having and the same square set jaw. He was the closest person to a father to me. To be honest, probably the closest person to me.

"Alex, I think you can stop calling me sir now," he said to me, "We're not in school. Although saying that I'm wondering why you never worked that hard in class."

I laughed, "Sorry about that .... David wasn't it?"

He nodded, "I'm surprised you remembered."