Are We Human?

Chapter 5

Even with my plan being thoroughly thought through, planned out, and over critiqued, only one thing stood between me and my Phil. The key to the guard's room. A little brass slab of metal stood between me and saving my one true love from probable death. 

At dinner the next day, I sat in the same spot as yesterday, but instead of the scary second guard standing completely still and patrolling the area, a new guard stood in his place. He was shorter than I was, a complete patch of curly brown hair sat tangled at the top of his head and his minty green eyes gazed lazily around the wide hall. He was undeniably attractive, but he wasn't Phil. After a quick scan of the newbie, I saw a ring of keys attached to his belt loop. Perfect, I thought. 

I got up to dispose of my quickly eaten mush when I "accidentally" on purpose dropped my mini plastic water bottle in front of him. I bent over to pick it up, ass sticking out slightly, before straightening my back yet again. I glanced shyly at the man, bit my lip semi-innocently, and mumbled an apology with big eyes. He only smirked at me, winked suggestively, and continued observing the others. 

I left the hall with my hips swaying slightly and the knowledge that the guard was still shamelessly staring at my ass. I glanced over my shoulder to see the man look away quickly and clear his throat with slight embarrassment. His face was covered in a thick layer of red and a slight problem seemed to be occurring in his pants. I turned back around, looking ahead of me with newly determined eyes and a smug smile. 

Got you.

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When I arrived to my afternoon training session, I was greeted by the same handsome guard from earlier. He was wearing baggy black shorts, which reached about halfway through his knees, and a light blue muscle shirt, framing his softly chiseled arms. He was clearly dressing to impress, seeing as all of the other trainers were much more covered than he was. A couple of girl clones swooned and shied away from him, which I found completely idiotic. I stood in the corner of the sheltered track, one arm holding the other one's elbow. I captured my bottom lip between my teeth, half out of habit and half out of me attempting to recreate my image for him. I had to keep up this "sexily innocent" act if I wanted to get close enough to him to get those keys off of his pants. 

We were running again today, which is why we were in the track room and not the gym. We typically ran around 50 laps, unless you passed out first, and then you might get punishment. The trainers typically ran with us, shouting at us when we slowed in the slightest and sometimes striking our backs or the bottoms of our feet when they've had an especially bad day. 

The man ran beside me the whole session, keeping with my pace and breathing. He'd occasionally get close enough to touch my skin, his giant sweaty fingers bumping harshly against my side. I flinched away every time, by accident or on purpose.

When I finally finished the unrealistic but somehow possible workout, I walked off the track and to the side. I threw my hands on my knees and hunched over in a curve, breathe ragged and unwilling to comply to my lungs demands. I suddenly felt someone's presence behind me, and glanced over my shoulder quickly. The man stood there watching me with a slight smirk on his face. 

He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it roughly. "Hey, you okay?" I was still breathing heavily, so I simply nodded in reply and gulped as much air as I possibly could. He trailed his hand almost nonchalantly down my body, fingers dancing lightly across my arm, my hip, then skimming just over my ass. I straightened immediately after that, eyes wide and almost scared. I didn't expect him to actually touch me. 

I decided to run with it, leaning into his ear and whispering as seductively as I possibly could, "I think I'd feel better if you did that again." 

He chuckled softly, eyes towards the floor and face flushed in the slightest bit. He stepped a fraction of an inch closer to me, gazed around to make sure no one was watching us, and grabbed my ass roughly. I gasped in complete shock but covered my discomfort with a bottom lip bite and wide, innocent eyes staring back into his smug green ones. 

"Liguori! Get your ass over here!" Another trainer called, a deep scowl etched into his face and his arms beckoning him towards his area. 

I began to sigh in relief at getting out of this situation, but changed it to one of disappointment to complete my show. I pretended to flatten his shirt by his collar with my mouth curled slightly downwards. "What a shame. I thought you were kind of cute." I finally forced my mouth to move. 

He smirked yet again and moved his lips to speak, but was cut off by a gruff voice calling out to him once more. "Liguori! Now!"

He gently took my hands into his and pulled them off of his chest, placing them back in my personal bubble. I genuinely giggled a little at him, and he chuckled back. He gave me one last wink before running away to his apparent upper officer. 

I walked back to my dorm in utter frustration. I had to get that boy. I had to get that boy, even if I had to make a little sacrifice myself.