♡ Deianira ♡
Today was Sunday, and the seventh day of training. Most girls decided to sleep in because we didn't have classes this morning while others decided they were going to only do a few hours of training later in the day. However, I wasn't going to waste time socializing and sleeping in when I had so much work do.
I opened the golden double doors that led into the dining area. Lined along the wall in an L- shape was an all you can eat buffet. I had gotten there so early that they had just set up and would be serving in the next 10 minutes. So while I waited, I decided to discuss training with Franco.
"So, what's on today's agenda?" He asked.
"I thought I'd do some softball, soccer, and football practice, along with a two mile run and an hour weight lifting session." I looked at it all typed into my calendar schedule for today. "Since I don't have class I have about two hours to fill in."
"Go to the spa." Franco suggests. I couldn't help but snort, but when I looked at him I could see he was completely serious.
"Franco seriously? The spa?"
"Look, you've been putting your body through a lot this week. You need to treat your body. Have a mudbath. Get a massage. Do whatever you need to do to rejuvenate your body. If you don't you won't have enough strength and energy to get through the rest of your training. "
"I guess you're right. Is that what you did during your training?"
"Sort of. I was rarely able to get a professional massage but whenever I got the chance to rest I would take a nap and drink a lot of water to hydrate myself. We only had 5 free hours a week at the Academy."
"5 free hours?" I repeated.
"Yeah, free hours were times when we could rest, write letters to our families or Skype them, or just relax and pass the time with leisure activities like tv or pool. Each unit gets to vote on how they will divide up the hours during the week day so we decided to only have two free hours on Wednesday, and three free hours on Sunday. The rest of our time was pretty much spent in training, besides meal times and sleeping hours."
"Wow, that's kind of crazy. Sigma training is intense. I don't know how you got through it." I patted Franco on the back and he laughed.
"Neither do I." He admitted.
We stood up and got our breakfast, and to my surprise three other girls decided to join us. One was Marilyn, who was dressed in her workout clothes; black spandex shorts, a sports bra, and white sketchers. The other was my new roommate Brooklyn, a pretty petite blonde with blue eyes, freckles, and killer smile. She was also prepared to workout in her shorts, a tank top, and her black Addidas. Then there was Caitlyn, a tall somewhat muscular she-jock with long light brown hair, almond shaped brown eyes, and a thin scar on her left cheek that didn't take away from her raw beauty.
All three of them decided they would train with me today since they figured they could all benefit from my rigorous schedule.
"Whatever you're doing is seriously working, because I could already see the definition building up in your arms Deianira," Brooklyn commented as she squeezed my arms. I laughed as I thought of how Adrian tried to flex his arms to prove that Channing Tatum "had nothing on him." Oh god, I missed him and my heart is telling me that I shouldn't. I haven't spoken to him in days, and I guess it was because he was busy flirting and hanging around the other girls or maybe it was because he just wanted to give me the space he think I needed.
"You think so? I've been feeling like my arms, legs, and glutes have been tightening up but I don't know. I just thought I was imagining it," I admit as I looked down at my arms. They were thicker than most of the girls in Adrian's court, and not because I had more muscle and strength in them, it was because I had more fat in them.
"Oh yeah, I see the difference too. Besides, I saw you benching 125 yesterday. That's good." Marilyn says.
I rolled my eyes at the comment. "Don't sound so impressed. All three of you could lift more than me. I'm probably the weakest one in the court."
"Oh you are sooo not the weakest Deianira and you know that," Caitlyn says as she finished drinking down her orange juice. "I could name three girls from the top of my head who are worse off then you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I say as I dismissed her statement. I wasn't the weakest girl in Adrian's court but I was definitely in the bottom half when it came to strength, my biggest advantage would probably be my experience with sports from high school.
Franco, the girls, and I finished eating breakfast and headed down to the training center where we put in work. We ran two miles around the track, spent an hour in the weight room, and went to the sports classes where we learn the rules and basics and did a few drills to build up our skill. This time, I paid more attention to the coaches and the other "ordinary" citizens who were watching our every move. It was kind of creepy, but I knew they were all involved with the Selection.
When we were done, I couldn't explain how exhausted we all were. It was about six o'clock when we showered up and went down to the spa on the other side of the training center. When we entered, we were instantly surrounded by the smell of honey and greeted by the nice receptionist, who again was an Omega. She gave us all keys to a locker and put us all in for massages, a mani-pedi, and 30 minutes in the mud pool. The entire experience was amazing! It felt great to be pampered and served on, and now I knew why so many girls loved going to the spa.
I spent the whole time bonding with Brooklyn, Caitlyn, and Marilyn. It was like I was spending time with some of the friends I used to have back at home before I graduated. We were all able to relax, and enjoy the soothing music and the calming extracts, lotions, and chemicals being massaged and soaked into our skin. When I walked out, I felt like a brand new person, and I loved it.
"Wow, you all look stunning." All of us turned to see Adrian and two boys, I didn't recognize walking up to us.
Adrian wore his signature playboy smile, along with black track pants and blue and red Jordans. His shirt was of course not on his body but slung over his shoulder like a towel, allowing him to show off his lean upper body. Those vibrant green eyes of his traveled from girl to girl until they finally landed on me, nearly making my heart stop.
"Thank you," the girls practically sang in unison. It was sort of disgusting to see how they're eyes glazed over in awe and I could almost smell their arousal. It reminded me of prom, when everyone was dancing with their dates, just waiting to leave and take part in some very intimate activities. Ugh! Why was everything reminding me of high school?
"I hope you've all enjoyed your time at the spa. I took a look at the logs, and I could see you all deserved to be pampered since you've been working so hard." He continues. The girls giggles and I nodded awkwardly, I was starting to feel very self-conscious and uncomfortable.
"Adrian?" Brooklyn says sweetly. I couldn't help but stare when she bit her lip and twirled her hair around her finger.
"Yes, Brookie," he says smoothly. My stomach started to churn as soon as I heard the nickname he had given Brooklyn.
"When do we get a chance to have some one on one time with you?" She asks. Adrian smiled as his buddies whistled and whispered amongst themselves.
"I'll be spending a lot more time with all of you-"
I couldn't bare to listen to the rest becuase, I had to bolt to the nearest trash can to throw up. When I looked up, I saw Franco and Adrian's concerned faces, and everyone else's shocked and somewhat disgusted ones.
I wiped my mouth with a tissue I had in my pocket and sighed. My cheeks were now red from embarrassment, and from the heat I was experiencing. "I should umm, get going."
I hugged my stomach tightly, before running off towards the elevator that was about to close.
"Deianira wait!" Franco called out.
I should've stopped and waited for him but I was too embarrassed, and I really didn't feel well. The elevator doors closed before Franco could slide in, but when the reopened on the ground floor he was standing right in front of the door way looking very pissed.
"Sorry," I looked down at the floor in shame
"What the hell was that?" He yelled.
"I didn't-" I grabbed the sides of the nearest trash can and threw up again before I could even finish my sentence.
"Deianira, we need to take you to the doctor." I looked up at him and I could see the urgency in his eyes. "Now."