Being an alpha were-cheetah had it's perks. My favourite was my new found strength. Because of this, I often found myself using the school gym quite regularly. Today just happened to be one of those days. I enter the gym room, scanning my surroundings. No girls, just as usual. But I didn't mind it, the only thing I despised is the fact that every boy in the room passed me dirty looks. No, not those type of dirty looks. They're expressions reeked of envy more than anything. I guess seeing a girl stronger and fitter than themselves lowered their self esteem. To all honesty, it gave me some sort of pleasure and contentment.
I throw my duffle bag next to the treadmill, taking a sip of water before beginning my warm up. I insert my ear phones and blast my favourite heavy metal song.
I was deep into my workout groove. With my loud pounding music and utter motivation, I wasn't aware how much time had passed. Checking my watch and surroundings I had learned two things. I had spent over half an hour on the treadmill, and there was only one another person left in the gym. Liam Dunbar. The attractive softmore who I had a small crush on for quite some time. But I never did anything about it.
Taking my ear phones out, I make my way over to the bench press. I sit down and take a long awaited breather. "Need a spot?" a voice asks. After examining the tone of voice, I realise it's Liam. I look up at him. He's shirtless, beads of sweat dripping down his toned abs. "Like I need one" I answer, puffing out ragged breaths. "Doesn't look like it to me" he responds furrowing is eyebrows, while pointing out my unsteady breath. "If you insist" I give in, raising my expression. It was only a small conversation, but you could almost smell the oozing sexual tension.
I rest my sweaty back against the cold padding, relieving my minor heatstroke. I place my hands on the bar, waiting for my spot. The heat from Liam's hands radiate onto mine, instantly feeling somewhat comforted. I take three reps, realising the weight was clearly not heavy enough for my liking. I throw my body off the bench press in slight annoyance, sliding more weights onto the bar. Liam looks at me in utter confusion.
"What?" I puff, throwing my hands up. "Nothing, nothing. It's just most guys can't even lift that much" he answers. I pass him a curt expression. "What? You don't think I can lift it?" I ask. "I'd like to see you try" he answers frankly.
"Watch me" I smirk, before taking my position. I take another five reps, six, seven and eight. Liam soon realised I was fine without the spotting. Taking his hand off the bar, he continues to stand his ground. I take another couple of reps before resting the bar back onto the rack. "Why are you still here? It's obvious I don't need to spotting" I ask, resting both my hands on my stomach. "Just making sure you don't get yourself hurt" he says smirking. "Trust me. I won't. I'm tougher than you think" I say, half smile plastered across my face.
"Tough enough to take me on?" he says, walking over to his duffle bag. He takes out a towel and wipes his forehead clear of sweat. I snicker, making my way over to the mats.
I begin stretching my legs, moving into the downward dog pose. I could almost feel Liam's eyes wondering over my body. "You alright there?" I puff. He immediately averts his attention, not realising he was staring so boldly. We both take a couple of moments to our selves. "Yes" I finally answer. "I do think I can take you on" I stand. "Oh really? Prove it?" Liam suggests, moving closer towards me.
Before I know it he takes a swing for my face, holding back to make sure he doesn't hurt me. I block him with my forearm, smirking at my victory. With that, a confused look creeps upon his face as to why the punch didn't faze me. Taking another swing for my head, I block it once again. Nimbly wrapping my hand around his forearm, I manoeuvre his body into a locked position. Holding him in front of me, with his body against mine.
"Is that enough proof" I whisper into his ears, before releasing him from my tight grip. To my surprise, he takes another swing for the back of my legs before pinning me down on the floor. His hand against my chest and the other on the floor. I grunt as my body slams against the mats. "You caught me by surprise" I puff out. "That was the point" he answered, still pinning me down. I take a few more exaggerated breaths. "Got any more moves you want to show me?" I snicker at the double meaning.
He smirks back at me before helping me back up. We both head for our bags and take a sip of water. "Who are you?" he asks curiously. "No one. Literally no one" I laugh. "No really, whats your name?" Liam takes another mouthful. I swing my bad over my shoulder. "Y/N" I answer, taking my leave out of the gym
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