Take one for the team, you’ll creep on Valentine

You stand by the lat pulldown machine, watching Dylan smash out his bench presses. The Fiji brother’s pushing 300, and it shows in his figure. Valentine is working out on one of the leg-curl machines to the side, keeping a keen eye on Dylan. You can’t blame her. He’s a good looking man.

As soon as Dylan finishes his set, the weight hitting the rack with a tremendous clang, you see Val moving into action, and that’s your signal to go. The brunette makes her way over to the water cooler, pouring herself a cup of water. Dylan’s nodding his head to some tune in his earbuds, stretching out. A second later, you’ve approached Val, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, I saw you working out over there,” you say, nodding at her machine. “You need some help? You look like you could use a handy spotter.”

Val backs up, shaking her head.

“Nah, I’m good, the machines are pretty safe,” she says.

You follow her, cornering her against the wall. Her eyes widen as she realizes that she’s pinned against the wall. Your arms have cut off her routes of escape.

“How about I show you some other exercises? The machine’s aren’t a very efficient way to work out,” you say. “They say that a more hands on routine would be better.”

You finish the sentence by planting your hand by her shoulder..

“I’m going to stick to my routine for today,” Val says, shaking her head.

“Come on, you’re such a fit girl,” you say, reaching out to brush her cheek, feeling like such a creep as you do so. “You’d be even more fit if you let me show you a few tips. Come on, it’ll be fast—”

You suddenly feel a hand clamp down on your shoulder, and you jump, seeing Dylan there.

“Dude, what the fuck are you up to?” he shouts, anger burning in his eyes. “Get the hell away from her! Now!”

You mutter some kind of half-hearted apology, scrambling away before he can get even angrier at you, and make your exit from the room as quickly as possible. Mars is waiting just outside, and she waves to you, a pitying expression on her face.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” she whispers under her breath. “I caught some girls giving you dirty looks.”

You grimace, nodding. “At least it seems to be working.”

Inside, you see Dylan with his arm around Val, reassuring her. She’s leaned up tight against him, and the next you know, she’s putting her number into his phone.

“Not gonna lie, this is weird,” you say.

“Yeah, no shit,” Mars snorts. “Think it was worth it?”

Well, given that Val owes you a girl now…

“Yeah, so worth it,” you say.

Valentine +20
Mars -5
Dylan -30