A Little Bit of Everything and Everyone

Kickboxing into love (Jack Gilinsky)

"Come on Ashley, five more reps," he says. I push the weighted bar up. His dark eyes bore into me as he stands by my head, spotting me. I inhale and exhale, moving the bar each time.

"23...24...25, nice job," he says. I set the bar on the machine and sit up. He comes around to the front.

"How's it feel?" he asks as he hands me my water bottle.

"Horrible. I can't even lift my water to my mouth, my arms feel like jelly," I whine. He laughs.

"Here," he says as he lifts my water to my lips. I drink for a second before he pulls it away.

"Go shower up and I'll meet you in the lobby to talk about your night workout plan," he tells me.

"Yes Mr. Gilinksy," I say saluting him.

"Would you just call me Jack?" he asks. I shake my head and grin before walking to the women's locker room. I shower and the hot water soothes my burning muscles. After changing from my sweaty workout clothes to jeans and a crop top I head out to the lobby to meet my trainer. He's talking to the dark haired chick that works behind the counter and jealousy burns in me when I see them.

I sit on the bench, waiting for Gilinsky to finish his conversation. Eventually he notices me and breaks away from whats-her-name and comes to sit by me.

"How're the arms?" he asks.

"Already sore. I'm also starving so can we hurry this up so I can go eat?" I ask impatiently.

"What're you gonna eat?" he asks.

"I don't know Jack but I'm hungry and getting annoyed that you're keeping me here just to chat," I snap at him. He laughs and I narrow my eyes.

"Okay, okay. No junk food alright?"

"Does Chick-Fil-A count as junk food?" I ask.

"Yes. Get a smoothie or something. You should avoid fast food at all costs."

"Ugh, does this mean I have to actually cook for myself? I don't know how to do this whole 'healthy eating' thing," I tell him.

"Okay....well how about this, you go and do whatever you need to do. Get some food and coffee in you but something relatively healthy please. And we can do your night workout at your apartment and I'll cook for you and help you meal plan, sound good?" he asks.

"Fine. What time?"

"Workout at 5:30, eat at seven." I nod.

"Okay. Text me when you're on your way." I stand and so does Jack.

"See you later Ash," he says. I wave. Gilinsky walks back into the gym and I walk out into the Los Angeles sun.

"CRISIS MAJOR!" I yell through my phone as I walk down the sidewalk, trying to find someplace to eat.

"What's wrong?" my best friend, Paige, asks.

"Jack is coming over to workout and cook me dinner tonight and I don't know how I'm supposed to feel! Like, I like him but I don't know if he likes me and he's always flirting with the bitch behind the counter at the gym but he volunteered to cook dinner for me? What do I do?!"

"First off, where are you? Second off, do you want to meet at Panera for lunch? And third, say yes to lunch because I need to hear more about Jack," she says.

"I'm just leaving the gym, I can be there in ten minutes if my legs don't give out first," I tell her. She laughs.

"Okay, see you soon."

Ten minutes later I'm walking into the restaurant. Paige is already sitting with food in front of her.

"I ordered you chicken noodle soup in a bread bowl with a strawberry banana smoothie. Good?" she asks. I nod.