up, he had made her promise to start working out to lose weight. To please him, she had eagerly agreed but regretted it ever since.
Chris picked up the black radio beside his feet. "Listening to music should help pump you up."
"Yay," Callie grumbled unenthusiastically.
"I have a mix CD in it," Chris told her, ignoring her sour mood. "You got any preference?"
"Do you have Spice Girls?" When he shot her a funny look she shot back defensively, "What?"
"Spice Girls?" Chris shook his head. "Dude, your taste in music is just so..."
"Girly?" She offered when he trailed off.
"Yeah." He frowned. "Now that you mention it."
Callie thought about telling him the truth right then and there but decided against it. She wasn't prepared for that yet. Clicking her tongue, she lifted a brow at him. "Abel told me that you still think that I'm gay."
Chris avoided meeting her eyes, looking completely guilty. "Maybe." He glanced at her. "Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Gay? I won't judge you," he added quickly.
"You already are," Callie snorted. "Come on and let's get this over with." Let him think that she was gay, it was probably better that way. It would let her get away with a whole hell of a lot more than a straight guy would.
Not even ten minutes into running down the hill just to get to the flat surface of the golf course she was already sweating and tired. Panting, she started to drag her feet.
"Come on Cal!" Chris shouted at her several feet down the hill. "You can do it! Almost there, buddy!"
"I hate you!" She shouted at him. Her heart was racing like mad and her chest burned. Jogging just wasn't for her. She was sweating like a hog! She should have just worn lighter clothes like Chris had suggested before coming here but instead she opted to wear one of her black sweat pants and thick grey hoodies.
"Come on slow poke," Chris said, jogging up towards her. "You're almost there. Nothing like a good jog down a hill to get your blood pumping."
Callie ignored him and continued to drag herself down the hill. Sir Mix A Lot's song "Baby Got Back" blasted on the radio Chris was carrying on his shoulder and Callie had to snort. And he had the nerve to talk about her taste in music. Ha!
"I'm dying," she moaned when she finally reached the bottom of the hill. Limbs feeling limp, she dropped down on her knees and pressed her left cheek against the cool surface of the grass. Her round butt stuck way up in the air but she didn't care. The cool grass felt soooo good.
"Come on," Chris planted his foot on her butt. "Get up."
Groaning, she rolled on her back and blinked up at him. "I think I'm seeing double! I can't go on. Just leave me here, Chris, I'm done for." Dramatically, she reached her left hand towards the sky. "I think I hear the angels calling me to join them."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You're hardly dying, Cal. You barely jogged down that hill."
"Go on," Callie insisted weakly, "I'm done for. Tell my mother that I hate her and tell my sisters I'll see them in hell."
"I thought you were hearing angels."
"Shut up, Chris. Let me rest. I'm not used to this."
"Cal, buddy," Chris said, placing the radio on the grass before laying on his back beside Callie, "we seriously need to build your stamina." He tucked his hands under his head and turned his head to the side to look at her. "There's no way you can make it around the course with an attitude like yours."
"Lay off of me," Callie grumbled, feeling bullied. "Just give me time. What's the friggin' rush?"
Chris shrugged. "I guess nothing. I'm just excited that you decided to take charge of your life. Losing weight is the first step."
"I thought you said it's the inside that counts."
"It is...but it can't hurt trying to stay fit and healthy so you can live longer."
Callie tried to kick him but failed. "Hah, you have an answer for everything, don't you?"
Chris smiled, looking cocky again. Damn, she loved the crooked cocky smile of his.
"Oh yeah," he began, "Brenda wants to apologize
Chris picked up the black radio beside his feet. "Listening to music should help pump you up."
"Yay," Callie grumbled unenthusiastically.
"I have a mix CD in it," Chris told her, ignoring her sour mood. "You got any preference?"
"Do you have Spice Girls?" When he shot her a funny look she shot back defensively, "What?"
"Spice Girls?" Chris shook his head. "Dude, your taste in music is just so..."
"Girly?" She offered when he trailed off.
"Yeah." He frowned. "Now that you mention it."
Callie thought about telling him the truth right then and there but decided against it. She wasn't prepared for that yet. Clicking her tongue, she lifted a brow at him. "Abel told me that you still think that I'm gay."
Chris avoided meeting her eyes, looking completely guilty. "Maybe." He glanced at her. "Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Gay? I won't judge you," he added quickly.
"You already are," Callie snorted. "Come on and let's get this over with." Let him think that she was gay, it was probably better that way. It would let her get away with a whole hell of a lot more than a straight guy would.
Not even ten minutes into running down the hill just to get to the flat surface of the golf course she was already sweating and tired. Panting, she started to drag her feet.
"Come on Cal!" Chris shouted at her several feet down the hill. "You can do it! Almost there, buddy!"
"I hate you!" She shouted at him. Her heart was racing like mad and her chest burned. Jogging just wasn't for her. She was sweating like a hog! She should have just worn lighter clothes like Chris had suggested before coming here but instead she opted to wear one of her black sweat pants and thick grey hoodies.
"Come on slow poke," Chris said, jogging up towards her. "You're almost there. Nothing like a good jog down a hill to get your blood pumping."
Callie ignored him and continued to drag herself down the hill. Sir Mix A Lot's song "Baby Got Back" blasted on the radio Chris was carrying on his shoulder and Callie had to snort. And he had the nerve to talk about her taste in music. Ha!
"I'm dying," she moaned when she finally reached the bottom of the hill. Limbs feeling limp, she dropped down on her knees and pressed her left cheek against the cool surface of the grass. Her round butt stuck way up in the air but she didn't care. The cool grass felt soooo good.
"Come on," Chris planted his foot on her butt. "Get up."
Groaning, she rolled on her back and blinked up at him. "I think I'm seeing double! I can't go on. Just leave me here, Chris, I'm done for." Dramatically, she reached her left hand towards the sky. "I think I hear the angels calling me to join them."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You're hardly dying, Cal. You barely jogged down that hill."
"Go on," Callie insisted weakly, "I'm done for. Tell my mother that I hate her and tell my sisters I'll see them in hell."
"I thought you were hearing angels."
"Shut up, Chris. Let me rest. I'm not used to this."
"Cal, buddy," Chris said, placing the radio on the grass before laying on his back beside Callie, "we seriously need to build your stamina." He tucked his hands under his head and turned his head to the side to look at her. "There's no way you can make it around the course with an attitude like yours."
"Lay off of me," Callie grumbled, feeling bullied. "Just give me time. What's the friggin' rush?"
Chris shrugged. "I guess nothing. I'm just excited that you decided to take charge of your life. Losing weight is the first step."
"I thought you said it's the inside that counts."
"It is...but it can't hurt trying to stay fit and healthy so you can live longer."
Callie tried to kick him but failed. "Hah, you have an answer for everything, don't you?"
Chris smiled, looking cocky again. Damn, she loved the crooked cocky smile of his.
"Oh yeah," he began, "Brenda wants to apologize
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