Teach me how to become athletic

Chapter 13

After pressing the bell I just stood there waiting. I starred at the door that looked more beautiful than I ever would with a ton of makeup. The more milliseconds I stared at the door the more jealous I got of it. Okay so maybe being jealous of a door isn't the most normal thing but hey have you seen it? That door was one lucky good looking door. 

Maybe I should start wearing makeup? Or maybe buy lenses? Oh or maybe I should try a new style? Hm... I still wouldn't look  half as good as that door. 

"Uhm... Why are staring at my door like that?" A voice interrupted my thoughts or more like Tristan did. 

"Staring at what like that?" I mumbled still staring at that door. 

"What's with you? Why are you narrowing your eyes at a door? No my door" He said. He shook his head at me. 

"I am not! I wasn't even looking at it" I denied turning my gaze to him. I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"Ye and I didn't just eat a whole pizza for myself" He retorted sarcastically. 

"And you couldn't save some for me? Now that's cruel" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him once again. He let out a big snort, an ugly one too. 

"Since when did I start sharing my food with you?" He said.  

"Since you decided to ruin my life and become my personal trainer!" I retorted right back at him. I was actually hungry now that I thought of it and Pizza? Pizza, that's a sensitive subject when I'm hungry, in fact its always a sensitive subject. 

"That doesn't mean I'm sharing my pizza with you" He stated. 

"Actually it does, I'm going to be hungry after these... what should I call it? sessions, and since you're in charge of me for the time I'm with you. I am going to have to befed" I explained. I felt smart after giving that small explanation. 

"You wish" He snorted. 

"Oh but I don't. It’s a part of the deal you made with my sister" I said. Now that I think of it why did he agree to it? Its not like he needs money, he's filthy rich, even his door is better looking than me, okay so maybe I'm not the best example but still. 

"I don't remember talking about feeding you" He answered, crossing his arms over his chest.  

Dude don't play with me. I'm hungry. Like real hungry. Just agree to do it. 

"In fact I remember I did" He said a smug look making its way to his face. 

"You do?" I asked in surprise. Now something was up, something was real up. You don't just decide to buy food to someone who you hate. 

"Ye, I do." He shrugged off, giving me a devilish grin. Dude there's definitely  something wrong here, but hey who am I to stand up on free food. 

"For how long have we stood here and argued about food and doors?" I questioned. He just shrugged and moved from the way so that I could walk in. 

I took of my shoes and then followed him in. Now I'm not going to describe how his house looked like since there is to much to describe but beautiful is enough and I've already been here and I don't feel like going over the details once again. 

We went into the living room and sat down. On opposite sides. As far away as we could get. 

"So... I'm hungry" I said to Tristan. There was no lying about it I was hungry. 

"Ye?" He said or more like questioned. What was his problem now? I said I was hungry wasn't he supposed to get something for me? 

"And I want something to eat" I continued explaining further.