Courage to Fly (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Chapter Seventeen

Cheyenne's POV

"How long you gonna stay on that, kid?" Kayla asked from behind me.

I turned around and looked at her from the cross trainer. "I've got about a minute and a half."

"You've been on there forever,"

"I know,"

"'Member what we talked about?"

"Yes, Kayla, I do!"

"Don't. Get. Snippy. Now hurry up, I need a spotter."

"I'm almost done." I said. She headed over to the leg press and sat down. My minuet and a half was up and I went over to where she was. "M'kay, what do you want to try today?"

"Well, two was kinda much Friday, but I'm not supposed to go down in weight, right?" She asked.

"Right, but you can lighten up on the number of sets. Instead of three, try two." I said.

"Okay."

"Alright, let's see..." I counted the weights on the leg press, "Eight-seventy-five, a man was over here."

She laughed and I helped her measure out a hundred and fifty-five pounds and put it on the leg press. Altogether it was two hundred.

She did one set of ten, and got up.

"How heavy you going?" She asked.

"I might stay at two for now, I don't know."

"Two is too easy for you now. You've been at two for a week and a half."

"I've been waiting for you to catch up."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "I'm skinny, remember?"

"You're just as strong as me," I said.

"Nah, you're a bit stronger. Go for two fifteen, please?"

"Fine." I said and added seven and a half pounds to either side. I did a set of ten, got off, and took the seven and a half off for her.

"That was way too easy for you."

"I'm staying at two fifteen until you move up."

"That may take a while." She said and got back on. She did her set then got up.

"Think you can do another one after me?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's not as bad as Friday."

"Friday was your first time on two. Of course it was hard." I slid the seven and a half back on and sat down to do my next set.

"Seriously, this is too easy. Move up to two twenty, will you?" K asked.

"No." I said getting up.

"I want you to do two twenty for your last set. You can move back down next week if you want to."

I huffed and frowned. "Fine. I'll move up to two twenty."

"Yay!" She said and sat down after we took the seven and a half off.

"I'm such a fucking pushover when it comes to you," I said, rolling my ryes.

She laughed and went for her third set and then got off. "Okay, I don't know if I'll move up by Friday, but we'll see."

"You really should be moving up Wednesday, you're just lazy." I said.

She glared at me and picked up a ten. "Two twenty, babe." She said.

"Don't call me babe, it's weird." I said.

"You've called me that before."

"Yeah, well, you never call me that. It's weird now."