Target 2: Cocky Jock Aaron

I make my way to the gym with Mr. Williams, the guy at front desk was busy having his mouth stuffed by another gym goer so I just helped myself inside. It's just as I imagined, sexually charged men both focusing on their workouts and dominating other men in here.

I spend a good five minutes looking around, and yet I couldn't find Aaron at all. "What gives? It literally shows him by the weights and he isn't here?"

"Are you sure we're in the right gym?" Mr. Williams ask

"Yeah, this is the one college students typically go to because it offers discounts. What the hell is going on?" I glance at the clock within the gym, I had fifteen minutes before my time was up. This was not looking any good, where the fuck was this muscled up freak.

Suddenly my phone alert went off, it was a text from Ryan. "Hey... so apparently I've heard that your next target may be Aaron. Apparently he's been talking shit online with his live chat but on a whole different platform. Like one of those more explicit ones, he's literally at his house mocking you on how you'll never find him. Yeah, I just randomly came across all this stuff so I thought you should know. Good Luck!"

I stare at the message, many questions running through my mind but I had no time to spare. If I recall, Aaron has thrown some parties at his place before, which I've been to. Probably as a way to brag about his money, but looks like he gets that money from an entirely different source.

"Come on, we got a cocky jock to catch!" I say grabbing Mr. Williams and rushing out the gym.