Hi guys, hope you enjoy the story, not sure when I will get the next chapter out - been busy times. I wrote this over quite a few months so forgive me if there is slight variation in some details - I do forget the things I have written a few months ago. The story does circle a little bit but I hope that builds it up even more for the finale. Happy reading, please leave comments and ideas for the story because I do read all of the comments and take them into considerations when writing.
- Sorry I don't have an editor and I rarely read over my writing due to lack of time and such. I apologise in advance for any mistakes.
TheStarryEyedDreamer
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Chapter 3
Zoe woke up the next morning feeling far less than she intended. She decided to go shopping. It was something she did when she was upset, though mostly window shopping, considering her income. At about midnight she bought a smoothie, a sandwich and decided to go grocery shopping. Her brother had not left his fridge stocked and so she had to have something to live off for the next week. By this point she was feeling slightly better having bought new gym clothes, a cute top, a couple of hoodies and a very stylish pair of boots. Though her credit card was feeling far more deflated.
After she bought about 10 bags of groceries she went home, feeling inspired. She looked up a recipe for curry on the internet and started cooking. Though it was only just 2.00pm she was glad she started cooking then. After two failed attempts, she finally managed to follow the recipe correctly and produce a steaming hot plate of mouth-watering curry.
It was almost 6.00pm so she decided to curl up in front of the T.V. with her curry. Before she realised it, she'd watched mean girls, easy A and two episodes of Spartacus on Netflix. She swore and looked at her phone. It was almost midnight. She had school tomorrow and she suddenly had an urge for a midnight work out.
She had a membership with a 24/7 gym and the middle of the night was her favourite time to go. It was quiet and she always got to use whichever machines she wanted. She quickly did the dishes and changed into the new gym clothes she'd bought which consisted of tight leggings which hugged her muscular thighs and ass, a crop top which showed of her flat, toned stomach and perky breasts.
Feeling good, despite the late hour, she pulled on her runners, a hoody, slung her gym bag over her shoulder and jogged down to the closest gym which she had a membership for. The gym was 3 blocks away and she knew her parents would have a fit if they knew she was running around the streets alone at this hour.
At a fast jog, she was able to cover the distance in under 10 minutes, arriving at the gym with a light sheen of sweat despite the bitter coldness outside. She took a sip from her drink bottle and dumped her things in a locker in the women's change room, including the hoodie she was wearing.
She set up on the exercise bicycle, plugging her headphones in and setting off at a steady pace as the world seemed to click into time like clockwork around her, the rhythmic clicking of the exercise bike's wheels matching her breath.
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Peter was at the gym. It was late. He didn't mind. He often stayed up past midnight, working out at the gym. It paid off too, his pecs and abs were rock hard and his biceps made his shirt sleeves tight. He almost laughed when he saw her. Of course, she was here. Was there anywhere he went that she didn't?
She hadn't seen him, that much he was sure of. He felt bare suddenly, he was sitting on a bench, lifting 50 pound weights with his right arm. Because he was so late and confident, he almost always worked out without a shirt on. He was doing just so today, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, sweat shining on his tanned torso.
He watched her, peddling like her life depended on it. He couldn't help but notice the way her tits bounced slightly as she peddled in that crop top. Her smooth, tanned stomach was on display, she was in very good shape and she had the nicest ass he'd ever seen in his entire life. He bit his lip. She was so beautiful. Suddenly his mind was elsewhere. The afterschool discussions they'd had. The way she smiled and bit her lip when she was trying not to laugh at his lame jokes. The way that she spoke about the world as if she were somewhere else, not there with him. She would gaze out the windows dreamily as she spoke, mischief glinting in her eyes as he stared into them, losing himself in her beauty.
He was so lost in thought he'd forgotten about the weights he was lifting. His arm was burning. He dropped it on the ground and swore, stretching his cramping muscles. That's when she looked up and saw him. He saw the realisation cross her face and she frowned briefly. Then she got up, stuffing her phone in her pocket, and started to walk over to him.
Peter forgot about his arm.
"Uh, hey Zoe. Bit late don't you think? What are you doing here?" His words practically tripped over each other as they tumbled out of his mouth. He felt incredibly awkward after the other night when he'd punched her best-friend.
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Zoe almost faltered when she heard the anxiety in his voice. He still had a line of purple across his cheekbone. She felt slightly bad. The kids at school would notice and ask questions.
"What are you going to say about that?" she asked suddenly, pointing to his cheek.
The question obviously caught him off guard. "Uhh." He said, touching his cheek lightly.
She couldn't help but think about how deep and sexy his voice sounded.
He shrugged, "Say I fell over I guess."
She smirked. "Classic. I suppose it works enough to stop them asking more questions." she paused. "Why didn't you come over? Say hi? I know you saw me before." She said.
He frowned. He obviously wasn't expecting that either. He rubbed the back of his neck "Um, you didn't look like you wanted to be disturbed." It was half true.
She couldn't help but notice his tanned torso. Eyes roaming over his defined abs and pecs. She frowned, noticing the swirling ink along his side. Writing of some sort. It was too swirly for her to read and she didn't want to make it any more obvious that she was staring.
When she looked back up to him he was smiling knowingly, seeming to have regained his feet in the conversation.
"Do you usually come to this gym?" he asked. "I've never seen you here before."
"Um, no, I was just... in the area. You?" she asked.
He shrugged, "A few nights a week, it's close to my apartment."
She couldn't help but laugh a little.
He frowned, "What?"
"Well, it's just that I never imaged you living in an apartment." She said.
"Why not?" He asked, still frowning.
"I don't know, I just didn't." She chuckled to herself.
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"So... uh, how's your maths work going?" he asked, trying to keep their conversation professional. "We have a test this week remember?"
"Yeah, it's fine." She seemed colder now.
He wondered if he'd offended her, trying to be professional. He decided to probe.
"You don't need help with anything?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine." She repeated, seemingly annoyed now.
He smiled to himself. She liked talking to him. And not about school.
"Anything else interesting happening then?" he asked, allowing the conversation to drift away from school again.
