OUT (Girl X Girl)

Chapter Sixteen: The Girlfriend

I have exactly thirteen days before I move to Montreal for three months. I should be spending these thirteen days with the people I love but my schedule has been packed with workouts, fittings, and random meetings about my personal life. Tonight is the first night that I have reserved away from cameras so Heather and I can actually watch my segment on The Late Late Show when it airs.

The only thing that could shit on my plans is my joint training session with my cast mates. If we fuck up, then this goes for longer. There is only one more exercise to do. We are all paired up, one partner takes a lap around the gym while the other does weighted squats. I’m paired up with Fellows and he’s come a long way since the contract signing. He’s shaved two minutes off of his mile time and he looks like a human dorito without the unnatural orange color.

We all just have to keep this up for ten more minutes and then we’re free. The only problem is Tommy.

His agents, yes he has multiple, made a point in his contract for him to have to opportunity to pick his own trainer. He never did. Luckily his character, Peter Lewis, is a nerd so he doesn’t need to be in superhero shape but he needs to get through this workout. The scary russian lady, Vera Usinya Kuznetsov, is leading this training session. The other trainers were supposed to come but they all mysteriously cancelled at the last minute. When Fellows asked Vera why she shrugged her shoulders and made us run a lap.

Now she’s threatening us all with a longer workout is Tommy doesn’t try hard enough. I think he’s trying but, he’s just really out of shape. Hence the reason for him dragging behind the group and his partner, Lauren, to be on her forty seventh squat.

“Tommy better hurry the fuck up I look like shit and my ass is on fire,” Lauren complains.

For a person that ‘looks like shit’ she looks pretty good. Her workout gear matches from head to toe and her red bun is still perfectly positioned; not a single red curl out of place. Plus she looks like she’s barely broken a sweat and the few beads that grace her face look like they were placed there on purpose to give her a natural glow during her workout. She looks like she walked out of a magazine.

“A: You don’t look like shit, you just look annoyingly good for someone that has been working out for nearly two hours. And B: You should have picked a lower weight, you knew Tommy would take his time on the laps,” I reply.

Lauren scoffs, “I tried but Vera upped it. She said, ‘you can handle a little more’ and added twenty more pounds. If I didn’t want a larger ass I would have stopped.”

Tommy finally rounds the corner and his face looks like a tomato. Lauren notices and drops the bar. She quickly stretches out her arms and begins her lap before Tommy could reach his designated weight set. As soon as he reaches his set he gulps down the remainder of the Fiji water he brought because ‘LA tap water is too harsh on his stomach’.

“Hey Tom are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah well I did not take the superhero training thing very seriously because in the comics, Peter Lewis isn’t your all american athlete nor did he kick asses like Melody Jones so, working out wasn’t really a priority for me.”

“So what were your priorities? You were casted in a superhero film, you didn’t expect it to be easy, did you?”

Tommy readjusts the bar on shoulder and begins his squats, “No I did not. I didn’t expect being in superhero shape to be a priority nor did I expect to change myself.”

“What Dominic have you change?” I ask knowing all too well that Dominic Summers could have anyone of us chance our self images to fit into his image of perfection.