2. The Personal Trainer

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"Do you really have that little faith in me?" I asked Ollie, feeling slightly offended as he was not as excited with my progress of my new years resolution as I had hoped.

"I have no doubt that you will come home later in pain and crying because you were worked too hard. Then you will regret paying for the month because you hate the thought of having to go back. Plus it's took you this long to actually get round to going through with it so I doubt it will be a permanent thing." He smirked as he ate his dinner at the kitchen island, a smug look on his face as if he already knew that he was going to be correct.

"Yeah whatever, I'm going to prove you wrong and you'll be the one crying because I'm gonna be in a much better shape than you. How do I look?" I did a small twirl in my newly bought gym clothes, which I felt that I looked quite cute in.

My black hair was neatly pulled back into two French braids, which took me almost half an hour to make perfect. My black sports leggings and loose fitting white top made me feel as though I was ready to take on whatever this trainer threw at me.

"You look hot." He nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone.

"You didn't even look! I'm leaving now, please don't eat all the brownies whilst I'm gone." I spoke sternly grabbing my car keys ready to leave, I felt like a mother speaking to her child.

"I have to, you're starting to get in to shape. I'm doing you a favour." He smirked, already standing up and opening the box of brownies, placing one in his mouth and smiling right at me.

"Fuck you." I grumbled, slamming the door behind me. Ollie had always knew exactly how to piss me off.

The drive to the gym was quite a short one as it was a little less than ten minutes away from our apartment block. I could have easily walked, but y'know, baby steps.

To say that I was nervous was a complete understatement. I had never worked out in a gym before, sure I had back when I was in school and they made us all to do it for PE, but I had never willingly worked out it in a gym.

Now that I had signed up for a personal trainer, part of me worried that this dude was going to be a complete and total ass hole, however this was probably going to be unlikely. My brain of course, was currently going into panic mood and was creating the worst case scenarios which were possibly highly unlikely.

Entering the gym, I followed the signs placed along the white walls to the changing room, throwing my bag into a random locker, making sure that I still had my phone.

I had no clue who I was looking for, I wasn't too sure what to expect. Glancing around the gym, a weight was slightly lifted off my shoulders as there wasn't very many people in the gym.

There was a woman in the corner punching a punch bag and an old dude on the running machine. Although towards the back of the gym was a rather tall man, who looked as though he was setting up some sort of equipment.

Perhaps this was in fact my personal trainer, after all he had told me through text to meet him at the gym at five thirty, it was now five forty. Panicking slightly I rushed over to the man praying he won't mind me being slightly late.

"Sorry, are you Mr Hemmings?" I hesitantly asked the man who still had his back facing me.

"Miss Boyd," He turned round, staring me up and down "you're late." He simply spoke, his voice low, he turned back around and finished removing items from his bag.

"Sorry about that, It's my first time being here and I-" I was interrupted by his deep voice once again.

"Don't let it happen again. Or you'll be doing extra work and I'm guessing you wouldn't want that." I was slightly taken aback by his bluntness, along with how attractive he was, I couldn't help but stare at his back muscles as he was moving things around.

"I just need you to go over your application forms to make sure everything's correct." He handed me a printed copy of my forms, I scanned my eyes over it, everything seemed fine.

"My names Luke by the way, Mr Hemmings is too formal." He smirked as he handed me a pair of boxing gloves.

"I'm skylar, but you can call me whatever." I shrugged.

He began to do warm ups with me, then set out stations for me to work at, showing me how to work equipment correctly and how to do the exercises the right way to 'achieve the best results'.

It was now an hour into our session and I was amazed at how he was able to do these workouts without even breaking a sweat whilst I was slowly becoming a mess as the session went on.

"Come on you're falling behind." He shouted as I was a few sit ups behind him.

"You're going too quick." I grumbled as I rushed to keep up with him.

I heard him scoff as he quickened his pace, he was now a good bit ahead of me in the routine he had set out.

We had now moved on to planks and to say I was ready to collapse was an understatement.

"No, you're doing that all wrong." He sighed as he got out of his planking position, coming around to my side. He placed his hands on my lower hips as he pushed me down closer to the ground, holding me in the correct position.

"This hurts more though." I managed to form a sentence as my concentration was now only on his hands touching my sides.

"Good. That means it's working." He stated, removing his hands.

"There, you can take a break." He finally said after another fifteen minutes.

I sighed with relief as I sat in the corner and drank my water, trying desperately to cool myself down and hopefully take away the redness in my face.

"You don't have to worry, the next bits just cooling down, it's not difficult." He spoke as he put some of the equipment away, I'm guessing so he wouldn't need to do as much after the session.

"You said the other parts weren't going to be difficult, but look at me, I'm practically dying." I spoke between deep breathes.

"Give yourself a break, you're just starting out, it'll get easier after the first few sessions are over and done with." He came and sat a bit away from me, he too began drinking his water.

"So, do you do anything apart from this?" I asked, trying to break the silence between us.

"I own a music store." He replied, not giving me much else to work with to carry the conversation.

"Well, that's cool." I muttered. Taking a long sip of my water as the silence between us remained. Perhaps he didn't care about getting to know his client, and simply wanted to do his job without creating a friendship.

"Come on, there's only ten minutes left." He stood up.

I groaned as I stood up, my body aching. We stood in silence as we did the cool down. Once everything was completely finished, we headed to the changing rooms.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow night." He awkwardly waved as he headed towards the men's room.

"See ya." I called after him.


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