Contumacious

Parte 2

I climb into my black Lamborghini, and away I'm headed. After throwing my bag over the passenger seat.

When I make my way up the stairs and head to the locker room, I take off my sweats and put on shorts, grabbing the shirt from the back of my neck and pull to take it off. But then I feel eyes on me, I'm used to it, my job is to make people stare, both genders as a matter of fact. Or is it the tattoos? I look to my left and see a green eyed brunette with short curls pushed back, looking down as soon as I make eye contact with him. 

My bad. I should've just went to a freaking changing room. Wait a second, is he... Blushing? I chuckle at the view and look away to put on a matching Nike's shirt and head out of the locker room.

It's crazy how you get free samples of goods from the company you work with. Perks of being a model I guess? Magical.

I start my running session with 3 Kilometres per hour. Usually to practise my walk on a runway. Next set, 5 Kilometres per hour. Third set, jogging at 8 kilometres per hour. 

I look in the mirror in front of me to see the Green Lantern panicking with the free weights with a friend I assume? Another brunette, just as short maybe 5'4 with brown eyes and very slight muscle showing. The guy lying down trying lifting a couple of kilograms, and the Lantern standing nearby in case it falls down, and his head start rolling on the ground and blood star- dammit.

I roll my eyes, accelerate the speed to 12 Kilometre per hour, now that I'm actually running and no longer jogging. Last set.

I put on my earphones, stating the fact that I've never been a music kind of person. even though I listen to it in my shower, car, and during workouts, I just don't actually pick it, I go with the 'Most Popular'. It simply shows that I'm busy listening to something. Don't talk to me humans.

I look back at the mirror, at the Lantern and he's still standing, probably the look in his eyes worried that he might actually not be able to save the guy if-.

After finishing the last set. I stop my treadmill, take a sip of my energy water, and head to the free weights. He steps towards me, now that the man he was helping done. He doesn't look that bad though. He's pretty muscular actually, judging him closely his mouth opens to say something. I quickly grab my weights quickly as in a 'don't talk to me' kind of manner. Thankfully, he gets the gesture and decides to shut up. My music was too loud now to hear him anyways. I grab my weights, 45 kilograms each, and start lifting. He looks at me with the corner of his eyes. Wow, how sneaky and not to mention not creepy at all. Throughout my career, people stare. Literally not even putting an effort to hide their gazes and Im still not ready to pretend they're not there. No they are. And they're digging holes into me with their eyes. Some guys come here to have get abs to show off with. But for others, its not a choice.

After I finish my counts, and head to the locker, I begin to drift-

"Good afternoon, Sir," he cuts me off my thoughts, standing beside me like its not obvious that my earphones are on.  From the corner I see his red shirt with the small logo of the gym on the left side of his chest. Nope. Not today.

I continue walking and pretend I didn't notice his approach. I really don't feel like being nice. I'm a dick right now and it's gonna be his fault if I get pissed off. I make my way to the shower rooms and he's still trying to make a small talk about something I most definitely don't care about. Accent. British accent. Mesmerising. But seriously, shut the fuck up.

Now that I was ready to shower. I stop near one of the stalls and take off my shirt the usual way I do, my hands behind my neck and pull, knowing that he wouldn't shut up, I leaned on the door frame and crossed my arm as in a 'you need to zip it' kind of manner. I make the first eye contact since the 'good afternoon' and his silver irises widened when he sees my tattoos. Wait, weren't they green?

I put the towel over my shoulder not pointing out the fact that it's very rude to stare, specially at someone's tattoos. His mouth needs to be shut before something gets in there. He doesn't notice that he's been staring all the way to the changing rooms, now that my shirt was off. We were just standing there waiting for him to stop blabbering. Blabbering about god knows what ... The gym... Body builders... Offers... I wasn't really paying any attention to what was being said. I watching his cheeks turn red...... Redder...... A bit darker shade of maroon.....

"Care to join?" Was the first thing I said since I laid eyes on those two green or silver eyes, sarcastically, I pointing at the shower behind me with my thumb, raising my eyebrows dramatically.

Oh wait, it gets even redder. And I, was pleasured to get very uncomfortable. Not to mention red.

I should probably be feeling like a humiliating dick. but actually I might be stuck here for a while, so I might as well want to make the best out of it.

"Uhh, thanks?" I couldn't hold it back any longer so I turn around, laughing my ass off and enjoy a warm shower I haven't had in a while.

I get out, and he's no longer in sight. I mean no one is. I've been there for at least 45 minutes.

I look over the car's clock, 5pm, I sure do take my pretty time getting cleaned up, after all I don't have anything to do all da- 

Katherine.

I'm inside my car in the parking lot craving a cigarette, when I place it between my lips, I press on the lighter and take a long drag. No longer was I in a bad mood. 

It all feels back together once again.

Smoking has never been my thing, but lately it helps with the whole shit going on. Modelling requires having your V-line carved in you body and your abs sticking out, but nobody cares about your health.

I stay there. In the nearly empty parking lot. Staring into nothing in particular, taking five long drags of the cigarette before throwing it away and killing the poisoning machine.

By the time I'm done day dreaming, I pull out and head to get a change of clothes to get ready for the dinner.