Undercover Model

Chapter 12 (New Cover!)

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I ignore Mason, pretending to keep my eyes trained in the mirror when they're really looking at him.

He started to jog on the treadmill at a slow pace, but quickly got faster.

I rolled my eyes. Show off.

I cranked up the speed on the machine, trying to go faster than him. As a model, you workout like crazy, and I've come to love it.

Most of the time.

I moved my legs, making my strides longer so I don't wear out too quick.

Now or Never was pretty much pulsating through my veins, fueling my need to run.

Mason had caught on to what I was doing, turning the dile up to go faster than me.

I was at a fast jog, maybe even a sprint for some people, but I wasn't even half done yet.

I scoffed, pressing the buttons to make it go to Speed Mode.

I was going pretty fast now, as my legs were thumping against the belt of the treadmill. Beads of sweat were pouring down my face, and my eyes started to sting from the contacts.

Persevere, Candice. Persevere!

I continued going, as my pony tail started to slowly unravel.

But there was no time to fix anything. I kept running.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mason go the extra mile and put his treadmill on Full Speed Extra Mode.

Goddammit. I don't think I can do that. Or should, for that matter. My eyes were pretty much bowls of fire at the moment.

Either way, I still put it in that mode. I was pretty much sprinting for my life, sweat pouring down my face.

My armpits probably looked like sweat pools right now, but oh well. At least I was getting an exercise.

I lifted my fore arm up to whipe some sweat of my forehead, as Mason still kept up his pace.

I was exhausted, and the only thing that kept me going was beating Mason.

I guess you could say I was a little competitive when it came to things like this. Sports, not so much. My dignity, very much.

As my wrist draped over my eyes, I lost sight of my feet for a second, and before I knew it, I was tumbling down, crashing into the treadmill.

The conveyor belt pulled me off, and I'm pretty sure I looked like Taylor Swift from the Apple Music commercial.

But I wasn't Taylor Swift, and this was most certainly not funny.

I sat up, whipping off any scruff that I encountered in my dreadful fall.

I looked down to my feet to notice my shoes were untied. I swear I had just tied them.

I peered over to Mason, who had stopped running. He was laughing so hard, he looked like he was going to explode.

"Would you stop laughing and help a girl up?" I seethed.

"Hold on just a sec," he said as he let out another belch of laughter.