But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 4- Grown to Hate You

Black, tight-fitting jogging pants and a vest top. I guess I should wear this as it's the only workout attire in this wardrobe... But isn't it a bit flashy, and revealing? Really not my style.

I only ever wore the baggy kit from the 'spares' box at school. I had always said that "I forgot it", but it's because I couldn't afford new kit so I just kept on relying on the same stupid excuse.

After putting on the clothes, I slipped on the red hoodie that Mr Gunner gave me yesterday and caught a quick glance of myself in the mirror. This body really makes me look like a model... I wish I'd always looked like this- life would be so much easier than it was.

So, I need to find the gym. But they didn't tell me where it is?

There must be plenty of people working here; I'll just see if I can find someone who can give me directions.

Two young women and a guy, stood midway down the corridor. Maybe they can tell me?

"Um... Excuse me?" I tapped the shoulder of the girl facing away from me. The three of them are in uniforms, aprons, latex gloves, stood around a trolley carrying various cleaning equipment. I guess, they are maids too?

"Yes?" The guy replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Do you happen to know where I can find the gym?"

"Pfft. I work here, why wouldn't I know?"

"There's no need to be so rude Seb, he's just asking for directions." She turned to me. "It's on the basement floor, it's a pretty large room- so I doubt you'll miss it."

"Thank you ladies." I replied as I bowed slightly and made my way for the stairs.

"Woah! Is that the Guardian's son?"

"No. You dimwit. His son is good-looking but this one looks like a prince!"

I heard the girls quarrel as I walked down the corridor. I think they were attempting to whisper, but they were still quite loud.

But what were they saying? Mr Gunner has a son?!

If that's true, I'm yet to meet him.

I followed the directions I was given and once I got to the basement floor; the gym was very easy to find. You could say that the whole level is a gym because of how big it is. Apart from the gym, there were a few empty offices in the back, a lounging area and a small kitchen ('small' as in: small compared to the other kitchen in this mansion, but still about four times the size of mum's).

"I'm glad you found your way down here." James was in a similar get-up to me, except it was a bit baggier on him. "Please follow me to the kitchen over there and then we'll start on exercise after a decent breakfast."

"Okay."

In the kitchen was a plate of eggs, baked beans and toast as well as a glass of water- much more than what I'd normally have. I managed to get halfway through before giving up on the massive plate of food. I hate wasting food, but I've always been used to having a small portion of food because mum's never been able to afford full-size meals.

"Are you ill? Don't worry about finishing it if you feel sick."

"It's just that there's so much... I haven't been this full in ages."

"Right. That would make sense. Your body has been used to drip feed for a week too."

"For a matter of fact, I've only ever seen this much food on a plate on supermarket adverts." I stumbled over to the bin as I painfully poured the remainder of the food into it.