My not so perfect body

Chapter 9: "I like the sound of that"

"Open the door kid"
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"No way, get out of my house and don't call me kid." How did he get in my house I remembered locking the door.

"How did you get in my house in the first place"

"Lisa gave me the spare key" oh.

"Oh"

"Ya oh. So why don't you just open the door. I'm not going to hurt you."

I stayed silent for a bit trying to figure out what to do. I've never been in a situation like this before. Maybe he's actually a nice guy trying to make mends.

"Fuck. Just open the fucking door before I break it down."

I take it back. I had a feeling he wasn't kidding so I opened the door with an awkward laugh. He was standing there unamused and his arms crossed. But he still looked hot and delicious. Dang it, snap out of it Stevie. I thought shaking my head.

"What do you want?" I asked him still holding the door open.

"I came to apologize."

"Really?" Change of heart, perhaps.

"Lisa told me to, so whatever." He shrugged. Figures. He made his way in my room sat down on my bed and looked around. "You have a pretty nice room here kid. Suits you."

I blushed. " that's not a sincere apology. I don't forgive you." I crossed my arms and pouted.

"I don't give a fuck if you forgive me or not," he smirked " and I never said I was going to be sincere about it." He continued to observe my room while I just stared at him.

There was an awkward silence.

I zoned out and began to think. I never had a guy or anyone in that matter, besides Lisa, in my room before and it was kinda uncomfortable. It was as if he entered my world and he was kind of just floating there watching me in my habitat. Waiting for me to do something, anything. I consider my room to be my sanctuary. A place where I can be myself and express whatever emotion I had and no one was there to judge me. And him being here I felt like I had to hide that.

"Sooo... make sure you're at the gym on Monday at 8 am sharp."

Wait. What?

"You still want to help me?" I tilted my head. I thought he backed out.

He looked uneasy. " I have no choice. I still think it's stupid that you're doing this for a boy. But Lisa still holds that fucking secret against me. So I literally have no choice." Oh.

"Oh."

His secret must be pretty bad if he is being forced by a 17 year old girl to help out her friend lose weight. My money is him sleeping with a pink bear and doesn't want people to find out and ruin his reputation as a bad ass.

"But you have to listen to me and really commit to this. If I hear you whine or say 'I can't do this'" doing a high pitch voice imitating my voice. Which didn't. " then I'm done. I don't work with...quitters." He made a face as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Okay fine, but can you please not curse a lot." I asked.

He looked confused for a second and it registered in his mind what I said "what? No. Not going to happen."

"My mother said it's not good to have that kind of language in your vocabulary."

"So?" He asked not really caring.

"So I'll do what you say only if you stop using that kind of language around me. If not I'll personally tell Lisa to spill your little secret." I crossed my arms and stared him down. Well, up, since he was taller than me. Standing at probably 6 feet. Now that I think about it. He's taller than Andrew.

He looked at me shocked and a little bit worried. " I don't even fucking curse that much."

I raised an eyebrow at him not backing down.

He breathed through his nose looking defeated. "Okay , fine I will try to curse less when I'm around you."

I smiled at him and held out my hand. "Then you got yourself a deal, devil."

He looked at me and gave me an amused smirk. And shook my hand.

" I like the sound of that."
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