You Got Me *Patrick Breeding/B5 love story*

ATL Shawty.

"Oh this place looks nice girl! Thank ya thank ya!" Lani yelled. Ugh why can't I get some sleep. I peeked at my alarm clock, it was 11 a.m. Lani ran into my room and opened my curtains. "Rise in shine!" she sang. "No. 5 more minutes." I moaned. "If you don't get up, I'll come in there and spoon you." said Lani. Hell no. "I'm up." I sat up fast. She walked out of my room. First day here and I can't get no peace already? Usually the only peace I get is at the gym, and that's where I'm bound to be headed.

I did my hygiene routine and then I put my curly chocolate brown hair into a big messy bun. It was to the middle of my back, so all the buns I make are big. Haha wait that sounded wrong. Once I got out the shower, I put on a pair of grey yoga pants with the word "Hollister" in white going up the pant leg, with a maroon seagul and a maroon sports bra, to show off my curves and belly ring. I went into the kitchen, and saw Lani making breakfast. "Where are you going dressed liked that?" asked Lani. "Gym. Duh." I said. "Why? You are skinny enough and you already have a Joseline Hernandez body! What more could you want?" Lani asked. "It's healthy. Plus, there are a lot of cute guys at the gym here." I said. You never know who you're gonna come across in the A. "How would you know? You never been." said Lani. Oh my gosh. "Bye child, I'll be back in an hour." I said. She rolled her eyes. "I'm not saving you no scrapple." She yelled as I walked out the door with my purse and keys. I shall return in about an hour or 2.

The gym was pretty big. I had pre-bought a gym membership online, so I was good. I didn't think it would be safe to leave my purse in the car. I'd be damned if someone tried to take my Louis. I walked inside the gym, and the first thing I saw, were lockers, thank goodness. "Excuse me, may I have a locker?" I asked politely. "Membership?" the receptionist asked. I handed her my membership. She scanned it, and handed it back, along with a key. "Your locker number is 420." she said. "Oh my favorite numbers!" I said excitedly. The receptionist laughed. She knew what I was talking about. I walked over to my locker and put my purse in their. The only thing I kept was my towel, and blue Powerade. I was pretty sure the treadmills had cup holders. And they did. I walked over to the treadmill I was about to use. First I stretched a little. I bent over to grab my ankles. Do you ever get the feeling when someone is staring at you? Like not just you but your butt? And you get all hot? Man, I haven't even worked out yet and I was already sweating. I disregarded if someone was staring at me, and started running on the treadmill. I put in my headphones, and ran to the sound of "U Got Me" by B5.

That was really tiring. Once I got off the treadmill, I decided to lift weights. I stretched one more time, just to be sure I don't pull anything. I walked over to the weights. I can benchpress 250. Not bad for a girl eh? This time, I decided to do 260. I laid down on the bench thingy (A/n:ya'll know that thing that people lay on and lift weights? Yeah that) and put my hands onto the metal bar. It felt heavy, but I knew I could do it. I inhaled a deep breath, and exhaled as I pushed the weight up. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.." I grunted. I couldn't do anymore. I have officially outdone myself. I felt that staring sensation again. This time, I heard footsteps. I'm guessing someone was walking towards me. I still had the bar close to my chest, unable to push it off. Maybe this person could help. "You need some help?" the person asked. It was a guy. He took the weights off the bar for me. "Damn girl. You lifting Precious or something?" He asked. I let out a giggle. I set the bar back onto it's tracks, and sat up to get a good look at the guy. IT WAS PATRICK BREEDING. I knew I knew that voice and those hands! Okay voice yes, hands no. "Hey you're Patrick Breeding?" I said in a perplexed voice. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. "Yeah?" he said, mocking my tone. I giggled again. "Cool." was all I managed to say. I took a sip of my Powerade. "You okay? You're shaking." He asked. "Y-yeah psh." I said. I had no idea I was shaking. "Well where are you from? I've never seen you around these parts." said Patrick. "Virginia." I said. "Awh, I hope you're not vacationing." he said in a sad tone. "No I actually I moved here to get a start in cosmetology." I said. "Oh wow. So you legal right?" asked Patrick. That question made me wanna laugh so hard. "Yes. I am 19." I said, trying not laugh. "Good, now I can get to know you without worrying about getting in trouble." He said. I finally let out my laugh. He laughed with me. "That was the weirdest question." I said. "Sorry, you just look really young." said Patrick. I smiled. "Hey, let me take you out sometime." he said. "Yeah, I'd like that. How about tomorrow?" I asked. "Sounds like a date to me." said Patrick. I checked my phone to see what time it was. Almost 3. "Sorry I would have loved to stay longer, but, I have to go. Number please?" I asked. "Yeah sure lemme walk you to your car, too." said Patrick. We exchanged phones and put our numbers in. I grabbed my purse from my locker, and he walked me to my car.