Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

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I hung around the café until I finished my tea and fruit, then I left to go back to my apartment.

Since it's raining, not very many people were out, so it was a quick walk back to my place.

The first thing I did was shower and do laundry, then I curled up by the window and read one of my many books that I have here with me.

My life is either really hectic, or really low key. That night, when I was crawling into bed, Matt had texted me and suggested that I go with him and Nelly to this gymnastics place. Well, he didn't really suggest, he demanded.

So, now I'm packing my gym bag for the gym and then to also go be gymnasts with Matt.

Nelly isn't a very athletic person, she just does the simple things to stay in shape. Nelly can pretty much only do cartwheels and somersaults. So, Nelly will probably be on the side-lines doing something as Matt and I goof off on the mats and trampolines.

The rain stopped from pouring, it's now only sprinkling this morning. So, I walked to the gym with my gym bag and a hoodie.

"Morning, Cole." I greet, taking the hood off when I enter the gym.

"Good luck, Liz. It's packed this morning." Cole informs.

"Really? On a Tuesday morning?" I ask in disbelief. "How come?"

"I don't know, it's just odd. But, I've got this feeling that there might be some arguing over equipment. All I can say is, good luck." Cole chuckles shaking his head.

"You mean, good luck to them?" I wink, walking into the girls locker room.

I put my things in my locker before entering the gym. My eyes scan the gym, nearly everything was being used.

Cole was right when he said it's packed.

A smile magically appears on my face when I see Tom in the corner with the speed bag.

I make my way over to him, watching as he focuses hard on the bag as he hits it. He sighs lightly as he misses.

"Hey. Tom, right?" I peep, catching his attention. Tom immediately smiles. Okay, maybe I didn't need to reassure the name because I'd been pretty much obsessing over him since I met him. But, he doesn't need to know that.

"Yeah, you're Liz." Tom smiles. "Can't forget the name of the pretty girl."

He thinks I'm pretty...hehehe!

Did I just giggle inside my head? What is this boy doing to me? I don't even know his last name!

"I'm surprised you actually got the speed bag, it's packed in here. You must've gotten here when the gym opened."

"Oh, I did. I've got a busy day ahead of me and it's either train now or train later when I'm exhausted." Tom smiles.

"How much longer do you have of training?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"What time is it?" Tom asks, hitting the speed bag a couple of times.

"Um, like nine fifteen." I mumble, looking across the gym at the clock.

"I've got three more hours until I get lunch."

"Three?" I whistle. "Me too."

Tom laughs, hitting the speed bag consistently.

"Okay, here's a tip. Take it, not from a girl that goes to the gym, but as a girl that knows what she's doing. Don't think about hitting it, don't think about missing it. Think of it as if it's like music." I tell, I motion towards it, asking if I can show him. Tom nods and steps aside. I hit it a couple of times. "Listen for the beat. Do you hear it?"