High Voltage/Gym1
From Create Your Own Story
I wasn't used to exercising with anyone. I really just wanted to blow off some steam by myself, but Hannah was already gone and I shut my room door to change.
I found an exercise bra which I put on underneath a loose gray tee shirt. There were plenty of black yoga pants to choose from, and I put a pair on and went out to the hallway to find Hannah waiting for me. She was holding a water bottle and and a small towel. She was wearing green exercise shorts and a white tee shirt. I went back in the room and grabbed a bottle and towel and then met her in the hallway again.
"Want to jog there?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, nodding my head.
We went outside and we started to jog. Hannah began jogging at a quick pace, and I was amazed I could keep up with her. It's not that I was out of shape as a man, but I wasn't conditioned and struggled to run for long distances.
We got to the gym and we took two adjacent elliptical machines. "So, you're going to be okay about this Shawn thing, right?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. How was I supposed to answer this question? I'm certainly happy that I won't be pressured into sucking or touching any dicks soon. Last night was a mistake. "He's a douchebag," I said. "I'm better off." My voice was punctuated by heavy breathing from my exercise.
"El isn't handling Pete very well, and she had only been seeing him for a few weeks." She took a swig from her water bottle. "I'm just not sure if I could take living with all of you if you were all being emotional and stuff."
Was I supposed to feel hurt by that? The estrogen coursing through my body certainly wanted to take offense. "I don't need a relationship," I asserted.
Hannah smiled at me, "That's a relief."
It was also a lie. My mind wandered back to Jess, laying in bed next to my body, without me in it. I missed her. I felt myself getting ready to cry. I wiped my face with the towel, and when I moved it Hannah was looking at me with a concerned look. "It's sweat!" I insisted.
She relaxed her look, but she saw right through me.
After about an hour we got off the machines and headed home.
Should I:
