Human Interactions

Workout Malfunction

Mysterious def. difficult or impossible to understand.
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I wake up at 10:00am due to the lack of sunlight shining in my room to wake me up.
Then suddenly it hits me why the curtains to my patio door are closed... the boy, my new neighbor, Dylan Fitch.
What an odd night. I groan at the movements I make to get out of my oh so comfy bed.
I slip on a pair of spandex and take off my pajama shirt revealing my Adidas sports bra. I walk away from my home, opening up Spotify and playing my workout playlist. My playlist basically consists of energetic music from people like Kendrick Lamar and DJ Khaled. Definitely not the type of music I listen to on a regular basis, although I listen to almost everything; Twenty One Pilots, 5SOS, Shawn Mendes, Troye Sivan, Cheat Codes, Selena Gomez, One Direction, Justin Bieber-
My thoughts are cut off as I ram into a giant figure standing in front of me. The figure is holding a hand out at me, attempting to help me get off the ground.
Man, I really need to stop zoning out and day dreaming.
I stand up, accepting the hand of who I realize is none other than the famous Dylan Fitch.
"Hello to you too Saf, I had no idea you were so excited to see me." He says with a sarcastic smirk.
Who does this guy think he is? He can't just wake me up in the middle of the night, not introducing himself, or at least properly doing so. Then he acts like we are old friends or something. I can already tell that this guy is going to drive me crazy.
"I was just going to workout a little." I mumble looking up at him.
Wow. Really. Is he seriously checking me out right now? Dylan is definitely a bad boy, if not that then a hormonal teenager.
"You look pretty damn fine already, it doesn't look like you need to workout." He says confidently with that same stupid smirk I wish I could wipe off his face.
"Thanks for your unwanted commentary but I was planning on going for a run so if you could move over it would be appreciated."
That is enough to smack that idiotic smirk off his face. I begin to make my way around him as a strong hand grips my shoulder, turning me around.
"Wait, I was actually planning on going over to introduce myself, in a bit more formal way than earlier." He says with a sheepish grin which automatically clicks back into his typical smirk. "Seems like I have taken care of that now, either way give me a ring sometime." He winks playfully at me making my cheeks flush light pink. Wait did I just blush. Hell no. Nope I definitely didn't nevermind.
I start walking away looking back at him confused. That's when I realize that as he was speaking to me he was also writing his number on my arm. Now in ink, printed on me, is Dylan Fitch's number.
Why does that excite me?
What am I even thinking right now? It absolutely positively does not excite me in any way, shape or form in existence.
I drop the topic and begin to jog around the block, thinking to myself while humming Too Good by Drake.

Tomorrow will be the first day of school for Dylan. And let me just say that if he is going to my school, he will make quite the impact.

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