Regrets

Chapter 21: Gym

Scott's POV
I'm waiting for the rain to stop, I mean I do have an umbrella but I can still get wet a famous singer shouldn't get wet by the stupid rain. I need to stop crying over my relationship with Anne, Mitch is lying he's a liar Anne loves me so much.

When the rain finally calmed down I started walking back to my house. Ugh! I hate mud, it's so soft and sticky!

Speaking of the liar I saw Mitch in front of my house probably waiting for me.

"What do you need b*tch?" I asked him.

"Woah, I'm not the b*tch here." He said, "I also have proof." He added.

I don't need any proof he needs to stop. He said that he's my friend but he's stopping me from being happy by ruining my relationship.

"Leave." I sternly said while pointing to the right which is the direction of his house.

"Bu-"

"I said leave!" I interrupt him from saying anything. I feel bad actually I walked inside and started thinking about the events that happened today.

My relationship is really distracting me. I need to act professionally I have a show tomorrow and I'm not letting my emotions affect my performance.

I woke up and got ready for the show tonight in Atlanta. I'm so excited but also nervous, wow I'm acting like this is my first time which is not.

There's nothing special about the show it's like the previous ones, touring is so tiring. I rest and after that, I looked at my to-do list which consists of going to the gym in Dallas. I'm rich and I can go back to Dallas in a second.

I drive my car into the pot-hole filled parking lot off the highway and park in the same spot I always have, people just seem to know that's my spot.

Walking around to the back I open the brown door and enter.
The familiar damp smell of sweat still pierces my nose when I walk into the hallway even after all these years. The rhythmic beating of the speedbag and clanging of the punching bag hanging from the ceiling echo through the hall.

I heard someone singing at the top of their lungs while exercising I decided to listen to it.

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know.

It's pack and full of emotion this girl must be a singer I bet she is. I found it entertaining I just had to meet her.

Kirstin's POV
I need to walk my babies, they need it. I put my paintings on hold. I hope that it won't rain hard like last time, I also need it maybe a trip to the best place ever which is the gym later will do the trick.

I find it funny because Olaf and Pascal can easily step on Floof and squished him. But they're brothers so Olaf and Pascal won't do that.

Some just pass by and said the most beautiful dogs ever and I feel like a proud mom even though like they're not like my children, but they are, they're my children.

I feel so exhausted and my dogs are panting. But one more destination to go which is the gym.

The gym where I workout is the place where I know who I am. It is a place I can go to escape my problems for a while and release some stress. But some people annoyed the sh*t out of me. But it doesn't mean that I hate it, sometimes it gets rid of my stress but sometimes it stresses me more.

To some, it may seem odd that a place associated with sweat, blood and physical pain mean so much to someone. However, in my eyes, it's almost like a second home. But there are people in the gym who are super annoying.

I walk through the packed gym doors. Scrambling around, grabbing stations as fast as possible, I get in the zone, nothing around me matters.

To get out of my zone is a difficult task but certain guys manage to do just that. I have given these men special titles the screamer, the instructor, the confused, and Mr. Bi-bench.

With the "screamer" the name pretty much tells it all. No matter where he is in the gym his presence is known by his piercing screams. Yes, screaming comes with lifting heavy weights, but regardless of what weight is a screamer is always a screamer, letting out howls on every repetition with the intention of getting everyone's attention.

Often more than one of these guys is working out at a time, in which all their screaming seems to be nothing more than a yodeling competition. When I workout out I need total focus on my lifts and with these guys in the gym that's nearly impossible.

I love and hate the gym, I love it because I can be myself when I'm in it. And I hate it because of the other people around me, so technically I don't hate the gym I hate the annoying people inside the gym.

To drown these distracting noises I am found in headphones with music blaring during my workouts. In the end, I do not blame the screamers for their loud and attention-begging behavior, I think it all leads back to their parents not giving them enough attention when they were young.

Unfortunately, headphones don't help with every annoying character. The instructor will do whatever it takes to get your attention and fill you with his insight.

Though we call him the instructor he is the farthest from so. His big gym bag filled with straps, bands, belts, bottles, shoes, sacks, and proteins sets him apart from the others and gives him the mindset that he is, in fact, a certified personal trainer.

Besides the fact that the only workout he does is lug around a bag of worthless things, the instructor feels he must tell everyone how to do their own workout. I was doing my usual workout which is squats and one of the "instructors" decides my form is wrong. Now, I have been working out for eight years and this man had the audacity to tell me how to do a squat.

I wanted to punch him in the face instead I decided to use that anger towards my next sets of "incorrect" squats.

If you're not working out there's not much to do however, if I'm lucky one man can save me from my boredom, the confused. The reason a man at the gym is confused is mostly because they are a novice and don't know what they're doing.

Now, it is extremely difficult to pick out the confused because he blends in with everyone else. The only way to distinguish him from the others is to watch him. His behavior consists of, only doing one set per machine, making a trip to the water fountain every minute or so, and doing lots of stretches. After about thirty minutes of wandering the confused leaves the gym.

Mr. Bi-bench is a man I envy, he does the same workout every day, chest and biceps. I can only dream of a workout of the sort, with football I must train every muscle in my body to its breaking point. Doing the same monotonous workout every day gives Mr. Bi-bench a massive chest and arms, throwing up weights that are difficult to even load on the bar.

Though I envy their huge upper bodies, a disproportionate lower body is not what I desire. Due to lack of lower body lifts, they are often found in sweat pants, to hide their undeveloped chicken legs. Sticking to a quick bench and curl routine they are in and out of the gym in less than an hour.

When all of the people went home I thought that I'm alone because I thought that all of them went home but I'm wrong. As I said this is the luckiest week of my life I just embarrassed myself to the one and only the king of b*tches and jerks, Scott Hoying by singing my favorite song.

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