PT Can Suck My D****

Ch 2

Anthony

I furiously stomped over to my car, resembling a toddler being told off for doing something bad. I gently got Butter in the car and slammed myself in. With Kanye blasting through my speakers, and going thirty over the speed limit, I made it back to my apartment with what felt like seconds. 

I passed my door and walked myself into my best friends'. It looked like Jason was going to wake up his girlfriend, Lilly, from her nap but my disruption of slamming open the door caused the disgustingly cute couple to bump their foreheads. While Jason continued to apologize to Lilly, I had to interrupt as my emotions were about to explode out. ""Awww that's cute... now start paying attention to me! I'm in a crisis right now!"

The couple both looked towards me with eyes filled with pure confusion. Jason's had more of a glare. "What's wrong Anthony?" Lilly yawns out. The invitation to vent today's event made me almost vomit out my experience about the egotistical shit bag who calls himself a PT. 

"That's what's wrong!" I threw the business card on the bed and started to pace around the room. My entire story took almost hour to complete. There were a few over exaggerations on certain events, but I needed to make myself look like the victim. 

When I finished, Jason was sitting on the bed while typing through his phone, and Lilly, being the good sister figure she is, was sitting there with a look of shock. "Well that must of ruined your walk didn't it?"  I nodded my head in sadness and soon felt her small arms wrap around me. "Okay that's enough." Jason grumbles as he rips Lilly away from me.

Oh so now he pays attention. Simp.

Soon Jason forced me out of their apartment, not after I was offered dinner for tomorrow. I walked back to my room with a sigh of relief. As getting off today's event has caused me to take a big breath and calm down. 

The moment I sat down on my couch, after feeding Butter her steak, I realized I haven't thrown out the stupid business card from the fucker that ruined my day. Searching every pocket in my pants, I have come to conclusion it has been lost. 

Good. 

'The Egotistical Shit Bag'

I had the best run of my life this afternoon. It wasn't due to having a good pace, or a good time, it's because I got a chance to set some fucking idiot straight today. Which is my number one favorite thing to do.

Only one problem about this fucking idiot, he makes having a scared face and missing leg look good. I mean really good. I almost lost my shit when he looked up after I called him out on his messed up leg. But luckily I was able to keep my professional mode on and help the grumpy ass. 

I threw him my business card, hoping I would see him again. Seeing how much I pissed off this childish man, I knew to not expect any call from him anytime soon or ever. Which is fine. I have had my choice in men, but none were my clients. I prefer to make my work setting as little as awkward as possible. 

After I watched his sexy ass limp off with the cutest damn dog I have ever seen, I finished of my ten mile run. I stepped into my apartment, about ready to pass out for a nap. So I did. That's until I heard my phone ringing, waking me up from my dreamless slumber. 

The phone showed it was an 'Unknown Caller'. My heart skipped a beat, slightly hoping it was the mysterious man from the park. Shaking my head to rid myself from those thoughts, I answered the phone. "Hey. Did you happen to meet a man in the park today that had a messed up leg?" A large smile instantly ran across my face. "Oh yeah. The man is a dumb ass. Why do you ask?" The caller started to chuckle. 

I learned the man on the phone was the man at the park's best friend. He told me he refused to do PT cause it hurt and had no motivation, but we both knew it was because of his giant ass ego. That answer didn't surprise me since the man we are talking had the same attitude at the park. I also found out the gorgeous man's name is Anthony. What a dorky name for such a scary, sexy, lookin man. 

To my excitement, we set an appointment in two weeks time. Once we hung up, my excitement turned into annoyance. I vowed to never have any feelings towards clients and here I was already starting to develop some for one that hasn't even started sessions with me yet. Better yet, I only had a fifteen minute conversation with this stranger, and here I am falling like the stupid gay I am. 

Oh I'm so fucked. 

Good thing I have two weeks to get over these damn emotions. Two weeks of watching Ryan Gosling films and gay porn should do the trick. If not, I am screwed. Good thing I have Racheal. 

Racheal is a student intern, looking to get hours in for her med school. Having her has been a lot of help since my business has been a one man job from the beginning. She's been working under me for two years and luckily now has the experience to take over a client independently without my help. So the fact I have back up for this Anthony, allows me to sigh in relief.

I sit on my couch with a large bowl of spaghetti, and scroll through Netflix to find the movie The Notebook. Dexter, my chinchilla, hopped right on my feet, asking permission to sit on my lap. The little munchkin squeaked in pure happiness as he cuddled into my chest. Yes. This is what I need to get that fucking Anthony out of my head.