The Mating Games

chapter 2- Damn girl, shake that body!

The sun beamed through the gaps of the curtains, birds chirped loudly calling their mates from the nights slumber. I opened my eyes, squinting them and blinking rapidly before glancing around the room; two of the pack girls were sleeping in the other beds, their soft snores drifting around the still air. Without waking them I slowly pulled the cover off and made my way across the room to my bag; grabbing some workout shorts and a sports bra before quietly going to the bathroom.

The room was silent, all the doors closed besides the bathroom; the soft murmurs of Michael could just be heard above the wind brushing through the trees. I closed the double doors and made my way through the maze of hallways before finding myself in front of the gym.

Clanking of machinery seeped out the bottom of the door, the unmistakable wiz of a treadmill and oof's of a punching bag. I opened the door, meeting the faces of several girls, all sweaty and mid workout. A brunette on the treadmill paused, placing her feet on the sides and reaching for a water bottle.

"Hi, I'm Rachel. Come for an early workout too?" a preppy blonde bounced in front of me, her hair in a high ponytail swinging from side to side. She stepped forward and thrust her hand out; I lightly grasped her hand.

"Yeah, I could use a run." I strode past her and to a treadmill by the back, a large glass wall framing the country hills. Doing a few quick stretches, I hopped on the track starting slow; as the minutes passed my legs relaxed and the stiffness from sleep left my body and was replaced with energy surging through my veins.

Sweat trickled down my neck and in-between my chest, I cringed at the feeling; oh well, at least I can shower after this. It had only been twenty minutes of running, the time had ticked on and it was only five forty-five. The door burst open, the handle hitting the jib behind it with a thud. April stood in the door way, her hand clasping a towel, bottle of water and her iPod; she sent me a smirk before sauntering over to the speakers on a table and plugged her iPod in.

All of a sudden the speakers sprung to life and Taylor Swift, blank space was blasting through the room. The silent brunette glanced up, a small smile pulling at her mouth; April walked over to the mat, stretching her legs by bending down and grabbing her shoes, her butt shimming as she did. I hummed the beat while jogging, April clearly not enjoying the lack of enthusiasm started to sing,

"Got a long list of ex-lovers..."

"They'll tell you I'm insane!" I belted out, hopping off the treadmill and joining her on the mat; our bodies moving to the beat. I swayed my hips while she sashayed down to the ground and popped up. She grabbed my hands and pulled me close, her front to my back she started to grind side to side throwing her hands in the air. I laughed, my shoulders trembling as I joined her; "They'll tell you I'm insane, but I've got a blank space baby and I'll write your name!" we sang together, Rachel was by the punching bag, popping her small chest and seductively swishing her hips in a circular motion. Even the brunette was singing along, bobbing her head along.

"And I'll write your NAME!" we finished, laughter erupting from deep in our stomachs. April clung to my arm, bending over while her face turned a shade that could only be described as a tomato.

Applause sounded from our right; the shock making me jump and spin around to face the culprit. In the door stood three men; Greyson at the front, a man slightly taller than him with mud brown hair stood to his left and younger version of Greyson a bit behind. The clapping continued as the man with brown hair smiled a broad and tooth filled smile, his hands rapidly slapping together in amusement.

"Encore, encore! That was fantastic but maybe a little less clothing this time," the younger boy called. Greyson turned back to him, smacking him over the head,