Deja Vu in the gym.

The keypad beeps as the fob connected to my keys unlock the door to Spades Sides gym. Despite the moon being up the gym is still fairly fucked. The bass thumps through the speaker and it feels like the exact same faces I saw when I came with Vi are still here. Do these fuckers work?

I make my way through the gym towards the free weights, **** to get my blood pumping and get some of this frustration out of me. Vi leaving me exposed like that, the idea she's off somewhere, getting fucked? Ducking dick? I sit on a bench and I have to stop myself from letting the thoughts become vivid images.

I exhale slowly, controlling my breath as I drop the weights to my side, my shoulders burning ever so slightly. I skip the song in my earphones and look around, a familiar flash of blonde.

I see Heidi lying on the green foam area, a few weights and mostly cluttered with resistance bands and other stretching tools. I watch as she turns to her other side, her baby blue leggings hugging her thick ass as she stretches her inner thigh in a mesmerizing motion. I watch her stand and catch a nice view of her bent over ass and defined arms and abs. She's laughing with Brandon. Much like Vi he towers over, his figure imposing and confident.

I exhale. Not from exertion but from a familiar but confusing tightening in my chest. I turn to the mirror in front of me and study my own face. Why am I feeling this? I look over again and I see Brandon standing over Heidi, she's back on the floor, one leg stretched high into Brandon's chest as he puts some of his body weight to stretch her hamstrings. I exhale again, the familiar churning and my brain kicks into overdrive.

Just like Vi I see it again. Heidi. She stares right at me, biting her lip, her hands on Brandon's large broad chest, her leggings pulled down, Brandon's hands gripping her large molded ass, staring straight into my eyes, inviting me to keep watching.

"Yo, are you nearly done with that?"

I startle and look up, I nod and stand aside for the gym bro, I grab my bottle and towel and look back over at Heidi and Brandon but they've seemed to move on somewhere else in the gym.

Why is my chest so tight? Vi, yeah makes sense. But Heidi? We're just friends, even that label is pushing it. Why do I feel like she's being stolen from me? The shame, confusion, jealousy and lust course through my veins like a poisonous cocktail.

I turn my music up, keep my head down and head over to the cables, determined to punish myself with lateral raises.