ILLEGAL

Chapter 11

About the picture:

I just wanted you guys to see a picture of what Cole looks like. She looks a lot like this actress. I'm sorry that I don't know what the actresses' name is, I just found it on google. I do not own this picture, I did nothing to it except crop the search box out(which just said emerald eyes). I'll try to find pictures of all the main characters in the story for y'all to see what I tried to describe them as. Also, sorry for taking such a long time to publish the last chapter. Updates are going to become slower now that school has started and really filled up my schedule. But anyways, I hope you are enjoying the story! Um...I'll let you read now.

I wore a v-neck t-shirt as well. Except mine was gray. I wore navy blue short shorts that were easy to move in. I tied my long, dark hair into a braid over my left shoulder.

There was a little locker room connecting to the workout room, which was where I stored this pair of clothes. I was the only one in here; no doubt a group of people would arrive in a few minutes because they had done special training. I slammed my locker door shut, just like in high school when I was going to my next class. I never rushed. But now I had someone waiting for me.

I speed-walked to the door, but slowed down whenever I got to the exit so that if Jack was waiting he wouldn't see that I was anxious.

Indeed, he was waiting there, still sitting on a workout bench, earbuds blasting music as he flipped a quarter over and over again. He didn't notice me until I snapped my fingers in front of his face and cleared my throat. I was surprised that he could hear me over his obnoxious rapping bouncing sound waves all over the inside of his skull.

He clicked his phone on, turned off the music, and yanked his earbuds out. He looked up at me a small smile forming on his face. He stood up, patting off his hands."So,"He asked me."What first?"

I looked around the room. As I recall seeing before, there were treadmills and weight lifting equipment. Over in the corner was a boxing ring, and surrounding it, accurately placed punching bags hung from the ceiling. On the other side, the half was split into fourths. One fourth had an electronically powered obstacle course, the other...something like a obstacle course. It would send punching bags on a line attached to the ceiling over to you, symbolizing opponents attacking from all sides. Both were controlled by a little station in the corner.

Most of the training equipment in this room was for newbs. Almost shocked, I remembered that Jack was a newbie. He had just scored very high on his physical placement test that had decided his rank. Or, more like had been sent to the officials and then they decide on his test.

I turned back to Jack."Let's go to the weight lifting benches."I answered.

I started to walk away, expecting him to follow but instead he said to me,"You really think you can make these guns bigger?" When I turned around, he was holding his arms out, flexing his biceps. I mentally agreed, his arms were hot. I really wanted to touch his muscles.

So I did. But I played it off casually. I slowly walked up to him, studying his arms, and gave his biceps a squeeze. They were..."Ah, we can work on these later,"I teased...holy shit, amazing.

He pounded his fists against his chest like a gorilla.

"I AM HERCULES!"He yelled. I was just about to tell him to shut the hell up when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed.

I didn't know how to react. I pounded on his back with my fists, demanding him to put me down. Shrieking, I ordered,"Put me down right now! Or I swear I will make your life a living hell..." I continued to throw threats and curses at him.