Confessions of a Wanton

5 Showering alone

🎶 Fight back : NEFFEX 🎶

I finish my set in peace. Actually listening to my music rather than merely putting them in my ears to listen to conversations around me. A covert tactic I'd learned a long time ago.

I'd needed to get in my zone and work out my kinks today. 'Seeing as how I won't be able to work any kinks anytime soon in other ways.' I think scowling.

I'd ran 3 miles before lifting, I feel tired. Good tired. The endorphins help to keep back the subtle slip into depression that sets in whenever I'm in a Fucking deficit. It's been years since I've felt this low.

I scowl at my water bottle. It's empty. I'd better go use the damn turtle saver for ultimate hydration. I put my weights away, wiping down my area with a sanitizer cloth before heading to the fountain.

I turned off my music, leaving my headphones in hoping to not be disturbed. Making a beeline for the fountain on the other side of the gym, while giving all the other sweaty assholes a wide berth.

No such luck. A pretty blonde wearing bright pink whom I instantly recognized, steps in front of me using the fountain I clearly had been headed for.

I'm insta-pissed. Doesn't matter that I'd just spent the last two hours working my body until feeling like throwing up. This woman had cut me off. Couldn't be guilt or anything about the fact that I plan on seducing the man she is with. Nope.

Okay... maybe. I sigh. I don't lie to myself. Or at least I try not to.

"Oh hiiiiiii, you must be new here!! I'm Arlene!" She exclaimed when she noticed me standing awkwardly behind her. She extends a well manicured hand towards me, looking expectantly at my own.

I took an earphone out pretending not to have heard her, while extending my own hand out.

"Oh, so sorry sweetie, I'm Arlene. It nice to meet you!" She repeated, her southern accent laying it on thick.

She had the accent, looked like a southern belle and had just called me sweetie. Oh, this one didn't like me one bit. Two can play this game though. I gave her my biggest smile in return.

"I'm Charlotte. So nice to meet you. I apologize for the sweaty palms; I just get so into my sets I don't really notice much around me." I blink my long lashes at her. The look on her face is not pleased.

Not notice her?! The audacity of me!

I notice she isn't wearing any rings, which pleases me further. Southern belle that she is, she came in wearing full makeup, fake lashes and what looks like a two day old spray tan. She's still utterly gorgeous with periwinkle blue eyes, a button nose and pink lips smothered in gloss. Shes wearing bangles on her wrists and a diamond necklace with matching earrings.

This lady had come to see her man, not to workout. Perhaps she'd been hoping he would have been her workout. She seems like the type to just lay there. Like a starfish. Only moving if a wave crashes down on them, but not moving much.

I don't like her, but that's no reason to be a complete bitch.

Her bottle overflows on her perfectly manicured fingers. Not adorned by jewelry. He hadn't proposed yet it seems. I kindly smile as she excuses herself seemingly embarrassed.

I fill my bottle contemplating our brief exchange. Damien dropped his towel in front of me earlier, she isn't wearing a ring... could I have been wrong? I yelp in surprise as I too overflow my bottle. Teach me to be pernicious. Now I'm really just a hypocrite.

I sigh, cleaning up the mess we'd both made with a small bit of paper towel. I throw it away, before grabbing a towel for a shower.

I don't have any towels at my current house so I'll have to get some later or just shower here after a workout. It would look weird if I don't have towels though so I mentally added it to my list. That and... I get messy at night. Towels just became a necessity.