Chapter 1

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My room looks like a mess, i look like a mess. This week was hell, i try to revise for my finals, they are three weeks a way, that doesn't sound too far away. I have a program which i follow to keep my time well organised.

The mornings are for studies, my brain fresh and clear. The afternon is for the gym which is my favorite part, keeping my body in shape was my goal, even though my sister thinks i have a good looking body, because im curvy like her.

Well kind of.

But still i wanted to go to the gym.

When i was fifteen years old, i was bullied for being a little fat and lonely, it was hell for me, always coming home crying and eating more. One day i woke up, looked at myself in the mirror, i wanted to change, in which i was sure it will change my life too.

4:20 Pm. I looked at my watch. Shit im late for the gym, my coach will kill me. I changed my clothes quickly wearing my black tank top, grey yoga pants, and my pink running shoes my sister bought me last week.

"Why so late ?" My coach scowled at me. "Im really sorry, won't happen again," i said looking down.
He tapped my shoulder. "Come on lets get your ass kicked."

My back hit the ground with such force to knock the air from my lungs. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.

"You're out of the game, focus blair." Nate said looking down at me.

"Sorry," i muttered. "Im just tired and stressed about the finals i have," i said honestly.

"You come to the gym to forget your stress, to be stonger and not a pussy stressing about finals."

Nate was solid and tough, he was tall, strong, he looked like he could break things with his own hands. He looked gorgeous, with his sky blue eyes, and dark black hair.

Sometimes he scares the living shit out of me. But he's so caring, like he doens't show his soft side sometimes. He doesn't want me to be this naive, timide, shy girl i am.

He keeps reminding me that i can be stronger and braver, and face whoever came in my way.

He offered his hand for me to get up, Yanked me to my feet.

"Get your ass up," he said smiling this time.

"Look, i don't want our time wasted here over you being stressed out about whatever the hell happens in your life. I know you stress over nothing and overthink things. When you come here next time, i want to see the new blair. Deal ?"

"Deal." I said smiling back at him.

His words stuck in my mind, he was right.

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