Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 2

"Good job, now all you need to control is your eating habits and you'll be losing weight in no time," Liam tells me as he hands me the rest of my water bottle.

Eating habits?! No no no, i'm not going to control anything here. I pretty much like eating pizza and lounging around all I want.

"You're crazy if you think i'm going to listen to you," I say in between breaths and pants.

I hated stupid push ups and I could hardly do them.

"I must be insane then," he smirks and I roll my eyes. I have been rolling my eyes alot since Liam had been brought into the picture.

He brings out the sass in me.

Or maybe I was like this before, and he just makes it worse, oh well.

"Shutup," I say and follow Liam on the pathway to my house.

"Do you talk to all your coaches like that?" he asks, still in front of me as I pant like a Hyena behind him.

I swear this heat makes me so exhausted. Then again, i'm always exhausted.

"Me?"

He stops in front of the porch to my house and turns to face me.

"Who else? I'm obviously not talking to Jesus,"

"I hate you," I say.

"I've noticed," he smiles.

I scoff, "You bring out the worst in me,"

"Actually I have realized that you're the type of person who hates to stay active, that's not good for your body you know? You have to exercise at least three times a week, and you act like this is your first time in a year," he smirks, holding his clipboard down.

"Or maybe you should just realize that I never signed up for any of this crap, and that you shouldn't waste your time on me and just quit," I say as I walk up the steps slowly because my muscles feel like they have been torn thanks to my favorite Coach in the whole wide world. Too bad i'm lying.

No actually, I blame my mother. She was the one who hired this stupid personal trainer in the first place.

She's officially on my hit list next to Liam.

"You're an interesting one, Jo." I cringe at the nickname and he notices, a smirk tugging at his pink lips.

Darn it why does he have to be so cute.

No, Jolissa. He's an annoying, unfair, stupid coach that your mother hired to get you to lose weight.

Do not fall into his trap.

"Nothing you say or do will make me quit, so I suggest you give up." He winks at me and I nearly choke.

"Be up early tomorrow morning, around six. We have alot of work to do." he tells me before walking down the pathway and hopping into his black car.

I roll my eyes and slam the front door, leaning against it.

I feel like I have climbed up mount everest, hiked down, then back up again.

I hate exercise.

But most of all I hate Liam. Okay, not so much but I disliked him for forcing me to do all these stupid things I have told myself I wouldn't do. I made a vow that I would make all my personal coaches quit, but there was something about this coach that made me think he wouldn't quit.

I don't care, he will quit. I just need to think of an even better technique, or a good lie. But honestly at this rate, he's not going anywhere.

I move to the kitchen to grab a snack out of the cabinet. I don't give a flying petunia what Coach Liam said, I am going to enjoy my favorite junk food happily. My hands reach for the closed cheetohs on the top shelf and within minutes I am sitting lazily on the couch, stuffing them in my mouth. The tv is turned to my favorite show, Friends, and the only thing I can hear is the crunching of the cheetohs in my mouth and the sound of the television.

My cellphone rings from beside me and I carelessly flop my arm onto it, picking it up and reading the number across the screen.

Unknown? I normally wouldn't answer these because I was in fear of some creep calling to say he was in my house or in the back yard plotting to kill me, like in the movie Scream, but I answer it anyways.

"Put the snacks down and eat something with nutrition!" I hear a voice on the other side of the phone, making me jump.

"What the heck! Are you crazy?! You're a freaking stalker!" I pant with cheetohs in my mouth.

I hear Liam laugh hard like a crazy maniac on the other end. He's insane! He might as well been scream himself waiting to kill me!

"I knew I shouldn't have answered," I mutter.

"Yeah yeah, Mrs. Drama, now put those chips away!" he says in between laughs.

"How do you know i'm eating chips?" I squint my eyes.

"I didn't until now, and I used to be just like you,"

"So you used to be a female? How did I know?" I smirk, imagining Liam as a girl.

"Hil-ar-ious, and I meant I used to do whatever I pleased. I didn't listen to anyone else about exercise, until-"

"Let me guess, your mom hired a personal trainer just like me and you lost weight. Yada yada yada, blah blah blah, and here you are,"

"Actually, I was going to say, and then one day I just became a sexy beast with large muscles, but that works too," I could hear the smirk in his voice as I scoffed.

"Whatever, Liam,"

He clears his throat like he wants me to say more.

"I meant, whatever Master," I say instead.

"That's more like it, now put away those chips and eat a salad,"

I roll my eyes even though he cant see me and for once, I close the bag of chips. I'm not doing it for him, i'm just doing it because I want to.

I'm not eating a salad though. I refuse to eat leaves that probably have been beds for tiny pregnant bugs.

"How did you get my number?" I ask him.

How much stalker-ish could he get?

"Your mother happily gave it to me. Things come easy to me because after all, I am Liam Payne," he jokes.

"Yeah, and I'm Barak Obama," I snort.

"Bye, I don't have time for this stalking session," I say.

"Don't forget to wake up before six,"

"I thought you just said around six?"

"Bye, Jo." I hear him say before the line goes dead.

Great. My new stalker, who is also my personal trainer, has my freaking phone number. And now he is making me wake up earlier than I do for school just to do his stupid workout routines. Just wonderful.

I have to hurry and make this guy quit, before I end up doing just what I promised I wouldn't do.

Give in.

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