The Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

My alarm woke me up with a deathly beeping, pulling me from my sleep induced coma. Groaning I hit my hand against it in an effort to turn it off. After many struggling attempts, the sound ceased and I was eventually wide awake, cursing as I stumbled from my unraveled bed.

I was up before Ruby, the sun not even peeping over the horizon because it was 5:30 a.m and I had to work out with Nick this morning.

With my eyes halfway closed, I put on the skin tight black capris Scarlett had given me, matched with a pink tank top, silver running shoes and a green jacket. The pants were riding up in my under regions and I awkwardly pushed them down on my way to the knocking door.

"Goodmorning, you look just grand," Nick gave me a venemous smirk causing me to wince at the morning cheeriness. Nick was wearing some very nice black fitting knee length shorts and a green shirt to match my jacket. Hmm, planned out well.

"Let's just go," I groaned and closed the door behind me as we made our way downstairs.

"So you workout alot?" Nick asked as we pulled away from the my apartment building in his car.

I shook my head. "Nope. Never"

Nick eyes widened impossibly big. "You're kidding, right?"

I shrugged, picking at the hem of my extremely tight tank top. "Well I did during high school because it was required..."

He narrowed his eyes at me, taking in my body. "You look like someone who would though."

"I guess that's a good thing," I replied awkwardly, taking in consideration of my impossibly big hips from all of my comfort food.

We got to the gym that Nick attended and I followed behind him, not really knowing what to do. He sat down on the bench by a rack of wieghts. It took a small second to imagine myself lifting the bar above my chest... No, not going to happen. Scoping out the rest of the area my eyes landed on a row of treadmills. Yes, those were safe.

As I started walking away, Nick's hand grabbed my elbow, pulling me back to him. "Wait," he said. "Scarlett wants us to take a picture for Instagram real fast, before we actually start working out."

I nodded as he pulled me over to him on the wieght lifting bench, grabbing me by the waist and resting his open palm on my hip. I tried not to think of the heat traveling through the thin material of my tight joggers and landing on my skin. I shook my thoughts away and tilted my head up as Nick highered his phone. Tilting my chin up a hair and smiling, my ponytail flying over my shoulder, I heard the click of the camera.

And just like that his hands left me to thumb across his phone.

"Do you have an Instagram?" Nick asked, not taking his eyes off the phone screen.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded. "Yeah, it's RayneStephanie no spaces," I mumbled, picking at the hem of my shirt.

He nodded. "Okay, make sure you follow me and I'm going to tag you in this photo, be prepared." He gave me a slight smirk before setting down his phone and laying himself down at the bars.

I took this as my intiative to leave and lightly turned on my heel to walk over to nice treadmills.