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Chapter 3

Al was actually a cool girl. I found out she's hoping to become an Chemical Engineer just like me. She's aiming for MIT and Texas A&M. In reality, I'm aiming for Maryland, North Carolina, or Norte Dame because when it came to Men's lacrosse they are the top dogs.

Al played on the Varsity Girls Hockey team and she ran track in the spring. Her and Chris had been dating since late Sophomore year. All in all, she seemed like a tomboy with style. I never really got along with girls that well but I think Al and I will be just fine.

I had also found out that Grace was a one night stand of Finn's that kept trying to come back for more. Tough luck.

Sam had been right about AP Computer Science. The teacher seemed a little off. The kind of off that made you wonder how many bodies were stuffed in his basement. As long as I passed, I would survive. I had priorities and school was one of them.

The only part of my day that sucked was 8th period. It was a free period and I had early release but I also had practice after so there was no point. Instead, Al suggested that I go to the weight room and train before practice. It couldn't hurt so that's where I found myself ten minutes later. I couldn't beach press or use the squat rack because I didn't have a spotter, but there was lots of other equipment I could use.

The weight room for the sports teams wasn't private school high end, but it was really nice, even for a gym. It was the size of half a basketball court and lined with mirrors on one side to check form. There were bikes and ellipticals lining the side wall in two rows,  rowing machines, lots of squat racks and bench presses as well as classic dumbells and machines for exercises like leg extentions and lateral pull downs.

I was in the middle of back extensions holding a 50lb disk when the doors opened and my head shot to the side. Into the bright white room that smelled like tires, walked the one and only team captain. Just when I thought I would have a peaceful workout on my own, he had to interrupt.

He looked my way as I placed the weight on the floor with a slight clink and got off the bench, my muscles protesting. Finn didn't mask the disappointment on his face when he saw it was me. I couldn't fault him for that though, because my face was identical in expression.

"You want to spot me on the squat rack? " I called out across the empty room. His hands were on his hips drawing attention to his jutting v line. His shorts were hung low around his waist and his shirt was over his shoulder. I grabbed a lifting belt and put it on before he responded.

"Sure." He answered blandly, walking over to me. I was slightly surprised he didn't fight me. "What do you want to start with? 70?"

I gaped at him with actual offense seeping from my pores. "You really do think I'm a weak girl don't you. I've been training with men all my life. 100lbs to start. I can do way more if you want."

He looked up from where he was already putting the weights on the bar and smirk and smirked. "Whatever you say. Just don't hurt yourself." That was what bothered me about Finn. He was too damn egotistical for his own good. He never saw the value in other people's skills, I could tell and I just met the damn guy yesterday. It made my blood boil.

I rolled my eyes and got in position. "My max lift is 215 for Olympic style squats and 163 for Clean and Jerk, by the way." I had been weight lifting since I was 14 and for my 150lb weight class, I was advanced. There was no way I could reach an expert level but I know what I was doing to say the least.

"My Clean and Jerk is 250 and my squat is 305." He replied cockily. That was strong for a high school kid.

"How much do you weigh?" I asked out of curiosity while doing the math in my head.