Sunday, June 23rd 6:00am
I woke up early to head to the gym once again. It is my way to relieve stress. I have been going there for the past few months ever since things have gone wrong.
How?
-Well, lets just say I had to pause my college education cause my scholarship was taken away for no reason.
-My parents refuse to fund me since we are short on money anyways.
-No place I actually wanted to work at would hire me so I ended up as a barista at a coffee shop... Not that I'm degrading these people's work, actually I admire their presistence and patience. However, I can't stand it. Taking orders from people and having that occasional "let me speak to your manager" customer that makes me want to roll my eyes to the back of my head and lay dead.
That's enough to make me want to beat the living hell out of a few punching bags and get my sweat on. The best part is that most of the time, I get the place to myself.
So here I am again at the gym, headphones on and lifting some weights, not really caring for that one other person here. I was minding my own business when I actually felt their presence. I could feel their gaze on me and just decided to I ignore it. But after a while I turned to see who the culprit was. I look back to see a guy around my age staring at me as he was running on the treadmill. Once our eyes met, it caught him off gaurd and he fell.
Creep.
I rolled my eyes and put back the dumbells and continued my workout. After 30 minutes I couldn't get rid of that tingle-y feeling. I knew he was still watching me. I stopped and decided to head out early.
I went to take a quick shower. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself. I opened my locker to get my stuff out, and since no one was there as usual, I was going to just change at the spot.
And I shouldn't have.
A head pops up next to me just when I took the towel off. I screamed trying to cover whatever I can but I was sure he saw the top half of me.
"I didn't see anything! Please stop screaming!" I opened my eyes and saw him again.. Well his back at least. My face naturally turned into a scowl as I pulled my towel back securely around my body. I tapped his shoulder and crossed my arms infront of my chest.
"I promise I-" I didn't let him finish and punched him in the arm. He held it in pain and let out a small 'ow'.
"GET OUT! THIS IS THE GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM!"
"I just wanted to ask for some soap," He mumbled. I was about to punch him in the face this time but he ducked and I missed.
"Okay fine," He took his shirt off and looked down at his bare chest and back up at me, "now we're even."
Can I kill this guy?
