" How can I help you?"
"Um I'm looking for someone. By the name of Marcel."
The women behind the counter gave me a look and checked her computer. I looked around observing my surroundings. It was nice and cool in here.
"Yes he's here. In the gym."
I nodded my head and walked away while the women named 'Jessie' continue to file her nails. She looked about twenty not to far from my age. As I passed people I felt a bit awkward since I wasn't working out. Everyone has sport attire on while I had jeans and a simple shirt.
Some people starred, others not caring to much of my appearnce. I scanned intill I spotted Marcel on a trendmill. He had on a tank top, his headphones in his ears.
" Maybe I shouldn't bother him." I said to myself. From the looks of it he looked a bit off the edge. If I stopped him now he'd probably cause a scene.
I started to back up intill he turned around, taking one earbud out of his ear.
"Georgia what are you doing here?" he breathed heavily, sweat falling from his forehead and neck. God it looked so attractive.
" I uh, I came to apologize." I stuttered a little. I forced myself to look him in the eyes so he'd know I was being sincere. He didn't say anything, just grabbed his towel to wipe off the sweat and drunk some water.
"Apologize for what?"
"For what Taylor said. That was uncalled for and I probably shouldnt have said anything to her. I was better off just telling you."
He looked at me his eyes furrowed a little.
"Yeah you should have, but I understand."
"So your not mad at me?"
"Maybe." he smiled a little and started to walk off. Maybe? I followed him out the gym to the parking lot. He thought this was a joke.
"Maybe? Ive been worried sick about you and looked for you because I felt bad and all you can tell me is maybe?" I said a little to loud. I'm not the type to get mad but not excepting my apology is a little bit low epically when I didn't even do anything!
"I'm joking. Chill"
"Well I'm not laughing! And don't tell me to 'chill'" He rolled his eyes, the smirk on his lips still there. I just stormed away heading to my car. How dare he take my apology as a joke. I may be over reacting now but I'm sure later I'll get over it.
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Teenage Appeal
أدب الهواة"Hi my name is Marcel." he held out his hand, meaning for me to shake it. "Oh, hi I'm um, Georgia." I said as I took his warm, sweaty palm into mine. By the looks of it, I could tell I was making him a little nervous.
