Time to get out

I'm Amethyst

It was our third week here in our new home and everything was going well...ish. Kat had banned me and Steph from the kitchen, claiming we can't cook for shit and Steph had successfully managed to spend more time in the bathroom then anywhere else. I mostly stayed in my room or on the couch. We didn't know many people yet, only a few people in our building and I had made friends with a girl, Alyssa, who i met when i signed up for the gym down the road. Steph originally made me sign up for gym back in Aus when she was stalking this insanely cute guy but after a short bit of excitment, he dumped her and she couldnt face him so she stopped coming. But this afternoon i had convinced her and Kat to come with me and so after getting them both a membership at the front desk, we made our way to the cross-trainers and started a warm up. kat and I were wearing black three quarter length leggins while steph opted for her much loved skins. We had on matching shirts we got back home, Stephs grey, mine black and Kat's dark navy blue, and of course we were wearing our nikes. All, nike air max 90's, mine in full red, Stephs black and Kats black and white.

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After about 20 minutes just chatting away on the cross trainers, Steph felt drawn to the weights. We walked over into the 'grunt room' as they called it, or in other words the weight room. A few of the real heavy guys gave us weird looks which i understood. Three tanned girls strutting into a sweaty room filled with 20 something men with our hair and makeup done perfectly. I made a point of making eye contact with most of them, plastering a girly smile onto my lightly glossed lips and fiddling with my bun. We found an empty bench and, ignoring the weird looks, tried to figure the routine of the room. Steph, being the strongest, went straight to a bar that she pulled her self up on then back down. fairly sure its called a pull up, not sure. Kat and i, not knowing wtf was going on, grabbed some hand weights and started lifting them over our heads, then back down. we laughed alot and Steph soon joined us, only to tell us we were doing it wrong.

"She's right. Your gonna hurt yourselves if you keep doing that." A raspy voice bought our attention to the other side of the room to two young guys. One blond, one curly brown. Kat and Steph stared blankly while i stared them back. 

"Are you gonna come and show us how its done then?" I said, holding out my hand weight. Curly chuckled, dimples dinting his cheeks. He stood up from the bench, bare tattood chest shining with sweat. I stopped myself from staring, instead taking a seat on the bench. He approached, followed by the blond one. I noticed they both wore adidas zx 750's in black but their obey socks took away from the appeal. I kept staring at the socks, whyyy would they chose those socks when i felt a hand on mine. I looked down and curly's hand was on mine, showing me how to hold the weight.

"I know how to hold it." I snap, involunterally pulling my hand back. "Just what are we doing wrong." He took a step back and i felt Steph stare at my back.

"Ok, sorry..." Curly said, returning to his position and grabbing a weight of his own. Blondie had taken a seat next to Steph and was telling her something, while pointing to the bar she was on before. I watched her nodding as they both stood up and he helped her do the pull ups correctly. I looked back to curly but he had one hand on Kat's shoulder, guiding it up and down, and the other curled around her hand as the weight went up and down and with a semi circle movement in between. It was weird, back in Australia, when my two bestfriends got hit on i would become insanely jealous. But right now, i couldnt give a fuck. Sure these guys were gods but i just didnt feel bothered. I watched Kat and Curly and began following there movements. He looked up and watched me for a minute before coming around and and pushing my shoulder down gently.