Exercise Results

You wake up to your alarm clock and stagger into the bathroom. You look in the mirror. You swear you look thinner. You jump on the scale and your jaw drops. Eight weeks of working out and you had only lost five pounds. Now you look down at the scale and you’ve lost nine pounds almost overnight.

With your hard work finally paying off, you are excited to get to the gym.

You coast through classes and nibble a salad for lunch. You practically run to the gym. You change and find an empty rowing machine.

You are revved up and you break your record. You cool down, eventually to just a sitting position. A hand touches your back and startles you.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. We got a little out of hand.”

You turn and realize it is the brunette with the perfect body who made a piggy nose yesterday. She is wearing black yoga pants which cling to her long tanned legs. Despite her dark green sports bra, she still manages some nice cleavage.

“I’m Diana.”

“Uh, I’m Marge.”

“You look like you’ve lost weight.”

You are confused. She is being nice. “Thanks? I really should get going to math. I need to try to catch up.”

“What math class?”

“102.”

“That was totes my favorite class last year. Do you need help?”

You blush. “Well, kind of.”

“I’d be happy to tutor you. Consider part of my apology.”

“I suppose.”

“Is like tonight, at seven, ok? I have some free time.”

“Ok?”

“The quad, room two hundred and one.”

“I’ll be there.”

You say it, but you aren’t sure you trust her. She was nice, but it still feels like some kind of trap.