Initiation [The Weeknd]

The Knowing.

Sunday, 2015

"Give me one more sprint and you're done," Paulina's trainer from hell instructs as she huffs to catch her breath from the last set of suicides she had to do around the boxing ring. As if two hours of boxing wasn't enough, Paulina had another HIIT training session that Paulina wanted to chuck most of her morning breakfast up from this morning.

"Give....me....five minutes," She huffed in between her ministrations of her breath. Paulina's lungs expanded as she inhaled as much oxygen as possible, her sculpted abs molding into her spine as she crouched over. The trainer tuts impatiently.

"You have one more lap left, remember Paulina you'll only be cheating yourself," He reminds her.

"I've been training for two hours," She grits her teeth.

"A model that'll be walking for Victoria Secrets would have been training for four," he reminds her, "The choice is yours."

She groans mentally as she trudged to the starting line. Paulina crouched over in her runners stance preparing for her trainer to give her the signal to give it her all. The sound of the whistle indicated that it was time for Paulina to run. She paced herself, but still pumped her arms to allow her momentum to rush to her feet as her nostrils inhaled, and her mouth exhaled. By the time she had finished her sprints, she collapsed onto the rubbery track, going into a fetal position. Her throat gagging as water surfaced from her mouth—she was throwing up water.

"Stand up Paulina, no one told you to drink all of that water." Her trainer said sternly as her lanky body wobbled to elongate. Once she stood upright, drool stained her lower lip, her eyes growing heavy by the minute.

"Good job," he mumbled, chucking water at her face as she shot him a deadpan look.

"Thanks,"

"Walk me through what you ate this morning."

"Green smoothie. Kale, pineapples, almond milk, and bananas." She huffed in between breathes with her hands on her hips.

"Hm, good," He says dryly, picking up the equipment, "Keep this up and you'll be runway ready for sure."

She simply nods as she grabbed her towel and water bottle, she pressed the bottle to her lip allowing the liquid to enter her mouth. She grabbed her phone, checking her Instagram notifications. She did notice that Abel liked her most recent photo after corresponding with a follow back. She also noticed that he sent her a direct message.

Eyes as big as saucers when she seen his messages.

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