The Bad Boy Project

Chapter 2

"Everything you need to do to become a bad boy is right here in this book." Evelyn said. We were currently outside on Eva's porch swing discussing how I should do this transformation. I took the book and peered inside. It had lists of outfits, my gym schedule, hairstyles, attitudes, personalities and much more.

"So by the end of summer I will be a completely new person?" I asked.

"Let's hope not completely," she said with a sad smile. "Anyway, we need to start now! We're already off schedule!" I sighed I hated schedules. How can anyone be bounded by a little book filled with nonsense? What you can do is limitless, so why have time bound you.

"What are we doing first?" I wondered. I turned to face Eva's smirk. I frowned. Nothing good ever comes when she smirks like that.

"Oh, you'll love it." She stated as her eyes twinkle.

"Why can't we stay here and bask in the nice Vitamin D that the sun is giving us?" I asked. Eva glared at me and tapped her fingers. "Fine." I gulped knowing that I would absolutely hate what we were going to do.

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"What on Earth?" I gasped. All around me I saw death machines with people slaying away on them. The place smelled of sweat and must. The sounds of the machines were pounding in my ears. "Maybe we should come back another day." I suggested. I really didn't think I was ready for this. I didn't have enough stamina for this

"No, no, no Milton. We need to start now." Evelyn urged. "You're lucky you have the best personal trainer there is! Me."

"That's just great. I was hoping for someone who wouldn't completely kill me, but now I know that that is out of the question." I sighed. Eva let out a throaty laugh.

"It'll be fun I promise!" She said with that same twinkle.

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"What-insane -person-would ever fathom to step on this death trap?" I asked while gasping for oxygen.

"Come on, Milton only 30 seconds left!" Eva shouted. I've been running on this machine for about an hour and a half now while Evelyn slowly increased the speed. I was currently running at the speed of 7.5 mph. The machine stopped and I felt like collapsing on the ground. When I stepped off the treadmill it felt like I was learning to walk all over again. I felt so unbalanced.

"Great work!" Eva chanted. I merely nodded my head. "Now it's time to do some weightlifting." I sputtered in response.

"Why can't I just take a break?" I whined.

"Because only quitters take breaks." She expressed. I'm not a quitter I just wanted to rest. We walked over to the part of the gym where the equipment for weights were located.

"Let's see how much you can bench press. You can start with 50 pounds." Evelyn explained.

"Exactly how does this contraption work?" I wondered.

"Look, watch that man over there." She told me. The man looked like Hulk and I felt intimidated. He leaned over this box containing multiple weights and picked two that weighed 120 pounds. I gaped in shock. He slid them onto a bar and placed it on these metal stick-like things. He climbed onto the flatbed or something and lifted the weights off the sticks and started pumping them up and down.

"I'm supposed to commit suicide?" I gasped in shock. Eva started laughing uncontrollably. I didn't know what was so funny. I was way to young to die, I had my whole life ahead of me and I intended to make good use of that time.

"No, Milton. We'll start with a measly 50 pounds." Measly, was an understatement. I could barely even lift the bar off the sticks, and when I did my arms would wobble uncontrollably. I was terrified that my arms would let out and the bar would smash my face. The whole time Eva cheered me on to encourage me.