AllFreeNovel
Share Us
No matter how much I want to never have to think about last night again, I know Layla and Bridget aren’t going to let me off that easily.
“So, are you and Nick going to see each other again?” Layla asks as soon as we’re in the clear.
I knew it was coming. Some form of that question.
“I don’t think so.” I try to sound nonchalant about it.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see him again. To have some sort of a date with him would be the epitome of my pathetic life, but I know where we stand. I have no idea why Nick chose me last night as his conquest, but that’s all it was.
“I’d be very surprised if he talks to me ever again,” I grumble with my head down, looking at the screen, trying to look busy.
“Did something happen?” Layla is genuinely confused.
She doesn’t get it. She’s the Queen gymnast of this school. This school is filled with athletes and if you’re not one, you’re a nobody.
“No, I just know it was a one-time thing and that’s it. There’s no reason to harp on it.” I sigh. I hate having to explain it. Saying the words out loud is so much worse than just thinking them. “He gets tons of girls swooning over him once the season starts. So, I’ll just be that girl that one time.”
“Well, it was twice now.”
I hate her for pointing that out. It was twice, but I don’t think that changes anything.
“Doesn’t matter. Please drop it.” I beg.
Layla raises her hands in defeat. “Alright, dropping it.”
I leave to do my rounds of wiping down machines and organizing weights. I can’t do the really heavy ones, but I try moving them as best I can. Dragging and pushing them across the floor.
Dumb guys always leave them out in the middle of the floor. I don’t see the reason for it. Just put it back where you found it. It’s not that hard!
Greg Hurst picks up a weight from the stack I had just failed to move. He winks at me as he makes eye contact and brings the weight to the machine he is about to work out on.
Great.
Now I’m the girl that gave Greg Hurst, lead defenseman for the Drexton Hall Huskies a show on his best friend last night.
I wish I could go back to being invisible. The whole team periodically comes in to work out here and has never even glanced my way. Now, I’m getting winked at.
“Need help with that?” A gruff voice asks, standing over me.
Oh crap.
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
Nick picks up a pile of weights I was pushing across one at time over to the stack along the wall without breaking a sweat.
“Thanks.” I mumble. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, just looking for an excuse to talk to you.” He smirks shyly.
And now I’m blushing.
Why does he have to look so good in his muscle tank and shorts?
Why does he have to smell so good?
Shouldn’t he be sweaty and gross from working out? I’m sweaty and gross just from trying to move these weights a few feet over.
“I want my shirt back.” He blurts out. That smirk of his faded real quick.
