In The Fastlane

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

*Sydney's P.O.V*

"Looking good Martin," Niall exclaimed whisting at the appearance of my aura. I had become more embarassed by the minute as he examined every crevice and section of my bodily figure. Yeah, that could be embarissing. I clutched my arms to my sides covering up my bare stomach and tilted my head forwards. The tail of my hair swung over my bare shoulder dangling down my chest. I never had very long hair, like ever, but I didn't really want it. I don't know how Amanda handled hastiling with such unmanagable hair. Her's was lke twenty feet long.

Exageration, of course.

The embarissment covered up what had occured moments before his snarky comment. Niall was stupidly dancing on the treadmill in neon pink shorts, and a tank top that could barely cover a victoria secret model.

And thats saying something.

He had his ear buds in, swinging his head and lets say my embarissment had hit a level so high not even the empire state building could touch it. Hypothetically, of course. Niall stepped from the treadmill sweat already beating underneath his nostril. A sweatline was marked on the peek of his forehead as he grinned merclessly at me. He swung his towel over his shoulder and made his way over towards me, cowering still.

"You're such an embarissment," I mumbled, barely audible.

"What was that?" Niall egged on.

"You're such an embarrisment." I spoke clearer. He chuckled and draped his arm over my shoulder. His sweaty pits made me cringe and want to run away even more. I swear I was only in the locker room for 10 minutes and he was already sweating like a monkey. See why I don't like gyms? A nice trip to the ice cream shop would have been very sufficent.

"Why don't you start on calf press?" He suggested releaving his sweaty aura from me. He grasped onto my forearm giving me a light push towards the machine. I was very hesitent to place myself onto the black leather bench in between the metal presses. It seemed more like a torture machine than a work out excersize.

"Go on,"

"How do I even work this thing?" I inquired stupidly. Its official, I was useless. All my life I had ran around my neighborhood for excersize or maybe swam in the pool. But these kinds of things were never introduced into my lifestyle.

Niall laughed and grabbed onto my thighs pushing my back to the metal peice. The cold aluminum sent shivers down my back, but I didn't think that was the only thing touching me that was giving me such sensations. Niall sat directly in front of me straddling the bench with his legs. I couldn't help but notice his straining leg muscles as he sat.

Exactly, just sitting.

"Continue," I said.

"Just place your legs into these straps." He directed grabbing onto my ankles and buckling them into the machine.

"Are you sure your not going to torture me?"

"Only 50%" I rolled my eyes and he moved his finger tips to my knees. He started moving them back and forth so I could feel my legs pushing against the metal of the machine. "Just keep doing that and then you'll be a pro!"

He got up from his origninal position and strided back towards the treadmill. I watched as he cranked the motion up to one of the highest levels and began to run. He was such a catch; trying to impress me.

After atleast 5 minutes of attempting to strengthen what calf muscles I attained I fiddled with the straps to let myself loose. I got up from the machine and walked towards Niall who was cockily smile at me. I tightened my sneakers; afraid of falling and similarly cranked up the motion to the highest level.