The past month went by so fast, I can’t even recollect what I did the whole time. This is the last weekend I can spend having fun and just doing nothing. Since I’ve already went shopping for my school supplies, I don’t have to worry about that anymore. My backpack has been already packed since a week and has been laying in a corner of my room.
I haven’t taken advantage of my student ID yet, so I decide to go to the gym and do something for my bikini body. I quickly switch into my black yoga pants, turquoise sports bra from VS and a loose white cropped tee. I pack a little bag with a bottle of water and a towel, tie my hair into a high ponytail and leave my room. Since Parsons is an art school, there isn’t a gym on the campus. However there’s a gym near the NYU campus that we, as students, have free access to, and since it’s only a few blocks away, I choose to just walk instead of supporting air pollution. I’ve been exploring the city quite often, so it doesn’t take long for me to get to my destination.
The gym isn’t the biggest, but it is packed. Students next to students is all I can see. It’s loaded, however the majority of the customers is male. I start to worry, if this was the right decision, because one shirtless guy after another walks past me. Talking to guys without having to blush isn’t a problem for me anymore, but talking to shirtless guys is a huge problem. Additionally to the shirtless guys comes the smell in here. Sweat and a weird mixture of stinky feet and something I can’t define fills my nostrils and I have to pull myself together not to vomit right here, right now. “Maybe I’ll get used to it.”, I think to myself and take another glance around the gym.
Suddenly I feel someone tapping my shoulder. When I turn around I’m looking directly at a naked torso, a naked tattooed torso. I look up to take a look at the face that just tapped my shoulder. My eyes meet blazing green ones and the sight of that handsome face is flashing me. Mixed with disheveled brown curls, covered by a Green Bay Packers snapback, and tattoos all over his left arm and torso, this beautiful human being in front of me is just perfect.
“Hi, do you need help?”, he asks me.
“Uhm..”, I start to stutter.
Get it together Reese, he’s a human, just like you, I think to myself and answer probably a bit too late.
“Actually yes, I haven’t been here before nor have I been to a gym.”,
“Well, it’s good that I decided to work out here today. I’m Harry by the way”, he tells me and extends his arm to me.
I take his hand in mine and smile shyly at him. Harry, so that’s his name.
“I’m Reese, nice to meet you!”,
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Reese”, he answers with an accent, that I haven’t noticed earlier.
British I think it is, but it doesn’t really matter, because all I can think about is how he pronounced my name in the most delightful tone. I can’t think straight, and when he starts giving me a tour around the gym and starts rambling about how to use which equipment I zone out and watch his back. His back muscles start flexing and every so often relax again. It is like a play on his back, a play acted by his muscles stimulated by his motions. His voice is like an angelic tune in my ears and I could listen to it for hours, but unfortunately he stops talking about the gym and asks me a question, which means that I have to stop staring at his back and gotta turn on my brain again.
“So Reese, how old are you?”,
“I’m 18, and you?”, his perfectly shaped lips spread into a smile and he tells me
“20.”, with a smug grin left on his face.
With that said he concludes “So you must be going to college right? What school are you attending?”,
“Parsons, the art school a few blocks up from here”,
“So you’re into art and stuff like that?”,
“Yeah, I guess, since I’m going to an extremely pricey art school. What about you? What school are you going to?”,
he chuckles and says tells me that he’s going to Columbia. Of course he would, I mean look at him. He’s basically the definition of perfect.
“That’s quite a bit away, isn’t it? Why are you going to the gym so far away from your campus?”,
again he chuckles. What’s all that chuckling about?
“Yeah, you’re right, but I prefer the gym here. My pals recommended this gym, and they are all going to NYU so we often meet here.”,
with that said I nod in an understanding manner and smile friendly at him. He immediately smiles back at me with his full red lips, that seem to catch my eye very often.
“So,..”, he starts and scratches the back of his neck. “I actually have to go now, but it was really nice meeting you. Are you going to be here often now?”,
“Oh okay, I don’t know yet..”, I reply honestly.
“This might sound weird now, and I really don’t want to come off as a douchebag but,.. uhm, would you give me your number?”, Harry nervously asks me.
But seriously, why does a guy like him, a perfectly created human being, want my, an outcast and super shy girl, number?
“uhm,.. my phone number?”,
Ugh, did I just really ask if he means my phone number? Of course he does, what else could he have meant?! I could slap myself right now for being so dumb. He chuckles again, probably a habit. And here it comes, he’s going to just go away because of my stupidity.
“Yes, your phone number, I mean if you have one..”,
“Uh, y-e-e-ah I do have a phone. Do you have something to write?”,
“Sure, here, you can write on this”,
he hands me a piece of paper, some kind of flyer and I scribble my phone number on it. For fraction of a second I think about adding a little heart, but I choose not to and just hand him back the piece of paper with my number and name on it. He tells me goodbye and smiles a last time at me before he exits this stinky gym. I make my way to the treadmill.
After two hours of working out, I’m happy to be finally outside of this horrible smelling building, and glad to be able to breathe fresh air again. I feel gross. Sweaty. And just plainly disgusting, so I walk back to my room to take a shower. Arrived at my room, I practically run to the bathroom and take a cold shower. When I come back to my room and look at my phone I get a notification that I got a new message.
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