grayson's pov
The stench of sweat penetrated my nose burning the back of my throat, as i entered the jampacked changing rooms. Swinging my bag onto the bench, i tugged my hoodie off hurriedly realising the time. Pulling off my jeans whilst grabbing my sports tank top, i stumbled slightly falling onto the hard wooden bench,
'fuck,' i mumbled under my breath, rubbing my asscheek before quickly putting on my tank top and matching shorts. Briskly stuffing my clothes into the gym bag, i jogged out of the changing room. On the way out i glanced at my reflection in a glass cabinet, roughly seeing the outline of my muscular arms. Pride spread throughout my body adding a little jump to every stride i took.
I scuttled into weight building class, just as the teacher began to shush the students. I slid in next to Ethan, who was conversing with Daniel from the football team.
We were given instructions so i headed over to the dumbbells and started lifting. I concentrated on my breathing as the heavy steel began working my left arm. Lightly supporting myself with the right arm i recognised the ache beginning to build in my arm as breathing gradually became more difficult.
Just as Ethan and I were going to switch to partner based ab workouts, Daniel fist bumped Ethan, signalling at the girls volleyball group on the other side of the hall. They were clustered together and whispering to one another, eyeing up Ethan and my arms. Ethan winked towards them before grabbing a dumbbell and flexing, earning a few excited murmurs. I noticed Elena in the group, watching my twin intently, making my head heat up in anger as he flaunted himself cockily.
I stormed towards the work bench, pulling off my tanktop and started doing pressups, pushing myself harder than i ever had before. The mumbles got louder and when i glanced over, i noticed the girls squeezing their legs together as their faces slowly reddened. Smirking to myself, i pushed myself up off the ground, calling to the trainer, asking for a drink.
Then, after sliding back into my top, i jogged past the group of girls and with a sudden verge of confidence tapped one of them on the ass, earning me a gasp and a slight giggle. They all watched me leave the gym in awe.
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ethan's pov
After sport, i hurried into the changing rooms, frantically searching for my twin. Shortly after i recognised a green hoodie i had gotten last christmas from my sister.
That bugger's stolen my clothes again.
I jogged over to him, holding out my hand for a high five. He took it happily.
'Go grayson,' i whooped.
He look at me, confusion knotted into his brow causing me to chuckle.
'That was MENTAL out there, you showed those girls exactly what fuckboy's the Dolan's are,' I grinned.
The smile slid off his face as he carried on fiddling with his tanktop, breaking eye contact with me.
'Im not a fuckboy.' He growled.
'What do you mean not-'
'Im not a fuckboy,' he shouted, throwing his tank top into the gym bag and storming out of the room.
I stood there stunned and slightly embarrassed before starting to change out of gym kit.
