Spy School Reunion

Chapter 11

NOT AGAIN!!! I'm so sorry this is so late. Like I said in my announcement, school is just really stressful right now and I have my first AP final coming up in two weeks that I'm currently dying about. Thanks for sticking with me, though! This one might be boring but it's really important. I hope you enjoy it!! Vote and comment ahah!

Because Jawa was training for the upcoming Olympics, he was in California as well. His training center was only about a half an hour drive from Chip's house. On the drive there, Erica spoke about some cool experiences she had as a celebrity. Meeting idols, movie stars and more. I merely made up some cool stories about life in Washington DC. She pretended to go along with them, but I could tell she didn't believe me at all.

Finally, we reached the training center. It was beautiful. It was a huge warehouse with sleek, modern designs inside and out. We walked in. Inside, there was a giant pool, many training bikes, tracks, treadmills and more. It was super cool. There were many people there, but I couldn't see Jawa.

Erica asked the receptionist where he was.

The receptionist smiled warmly at us. I don't think that she knew that it was Erica Handler, however.

"Hi! Jawa is unfortunately training in one of our private rooms today. He likes to train without spectators for his focus and to keep his training regimen a secret, due to the nature of the fierce competition of the Olympics. Thank you for stopping by, though! You can watch some less-commonly known athletes train in the main area if you'd like!" She droned on like a robot. She probably had to say this a dozen times a day.

Erica smiled at her, "But we'd really like to meet him. Could you let him know that Erica and Ben are here to see him?"

The receptionist's smile tightened. It was clear she found us quite annoying for challenging her.

"Of course," she said through gritted teeth, "But I cannot guarantee anything."

Erica gave her an icy smile back. It was very tense. "Thank you so much," Erica said passive aggressively.

The receptionist placed a call. She spoke quietly so we couldn't hear what she was saying, but her annoyed and hardened facial expressions said it all. After aggressively slamming the phone down, she waved us through.

"He's training upstairs and to the right. Have a great day." She snarled with tight lips.

"Thank you," Erica said condescendingly and I followed her upstairs.

We went to a large door with Jawa's name on it. Knocking quietly, we opened the door. Inside was one of the largest workout gyms I've ever seen. It was full of every equipment or machine I could think of. Jawa was working individually with a really ripped trainer, doing a medicine ball routine. We stood quietly as we waited for his reps to finish.

He stood up and noticed us. His eyes widened in shock at seeing us. He started walking over to us.

Jawa looked so healthy. He had a ripped upper body, with defined thighs and strong calves. He had short-cut beard and dark, thick hair that was all messy from the sweat. Jawa looked like he was in great shape and very handsome.

"Oh my god. Wow, it is... wow. Um... good to see you both," He seemed a bit flabbergasted. His trainer looked awkward standing behind him. Jawa shook my hand and gave Erica a wave. Jawa then dismissed his trainer and everyone else with us.

"It's great to see you again, Jawa." Erica said.

"You too," he said, nodding,"How long has it been since the award show? Three years?"

She nodded.

"And Ben, my man," he gave me a bro shake, "What's up? I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"