Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 6

I wake the next morning without moving. Most of the reason being because my muscles feel like they have been ran over by a train a billion times.

I blame Liam for all the aching in my body.

Curse myself for thinking of my stalker this early in the morning.

My mouth makes a groaning noise as I roll over in bed to look at the digital time on the alarm clock.

10:35?!

I must have overslept! Liam and I are supposed to be doing exercises today, aren't we? Then again, I could bail on him and lock him out of my room so that he doesn't pour water on me to wake me up.

As you know, i'm crap at decision making and my fingers are clicking the call button on my cellphone before I can comprehend.

Ask me why I am calling my stalker again? I couldn't even tell you.

"Miss me?" are the first words I hear when Liam picks up.

Even though he cant see me, I roll my eyes.

"No, muscleman, I don't," why did I call him that? I must still be sleepy.

"Muscleman, huh? So you admit you love my charming good looks along with my killer large muscles," he brags.

Well, he did have charming good looks and killer muscles, but who says I'm looking because i'm clearly not. Okay maybe I am, but you can't blame me since this guy pops up in my life literally anywhere now.

"Slow down there. How did you get all that out of 'Muscleman'?"

"You didn't say it, but you were thinking it,"

"Sure, Liam," I sarcastically say, rubbing my sore thighs underneath the warm covers, "and it's because of you, that my legs feel like i've been plunged with extra large bricks,"

He chuckles, "Then it's working,"

"Why didn't you pour water on me this morning or threaten to pull me out of bed or anything like that? Don't you have to make me be your personal slave again today?" I ask him, wondering why I finally had a peaceful sleep without him pestering me to wake up.

"As much as I would love to make you my slave, this is your rest day,"

"Rest as in rest in peace? Because that is exactly how I am feeling, my legs are killing me and I still hate you for this," I remind him.

I am still planning on keeping my word by telling that I hate him every day.

"No, rest day as in your break. You don't work out today, but that doesn't mean you don't follow the instructions I gave you, which were to eat healthy and drink water,"

Praise the lord! I get an off day! Away from my stupid yet insanely hot and annoying coach! Away from stupid work outs! I won't be held against my will, and that will be for only today.

My smile drops when I realize I will still see Liam today.

"But it isn't a break away from you, so what's the point?" I ask.

I hear him laugh on the other end, "Well Jo, I quite enjoy your company too,"

Why does he keep making my heart flutter with his stupid and beautiful laughs.

No his laughs aren't beautiful, they are pure evil. The kind of evil being used to force someone else against their will to go bike riding up a hill, risking their life with passing cars. The kind of evil that forces you to run around a blacktop when someone else is watching you at the same time. And lastly, the kind of evil that makes a good impression on your parents.