with.
I had to get up and get out of
there. I would no longer be crashing at Jet's pad; it was foolish for me to
even be there in the first place. Especially now.
I pulled off the sheet and went
to get out of the bed, when Kyle opened the bedroom door and walked in.
“Hey Jet, man are you getting up?
I didn't hear your alar—”
I grabbed the sheet and tried to
cover myself up as quickly as possible, but how much he saw was hard to
determine. My cheeks glowed a bright crimson, and I
had a hard time meeting his eyes.
“Oh God, I'm sorry. I had no idea
anyone but Jet was in here. Uh, I didn't hear his alarm, so I thought he slept
in ... or something. His door isn't usually closed unless he's still sleeping.”
He was rambling.
“Or there's a naked girl in the
room.” I smiled awkwardly.
“Yeah, or that, too. Sorry.”
“Don't sweat it.”
“It's Natalie, right?”
“Yes, we met last week.”
He looked sheepish, but had no
problem with meeting my eyes. “Yeah, that's right.”
I smiled with the sheet wrapped more tightly
around me.
“I've heard a lot about you.”
I couldn't help but think that
this was probably one of the most inappropriate moments to discuss such things
since I was naked under a sheet and I was fairly certain he had seen more than
one exposed body part.
“Oh, is that right?” I said, not
really knowing what to say.
“Yeah, Jet talks about you a
lot.”
I couldn't even believe he was
still standing there talking to me. He was either really slow, or he enjoyed
being in the same room with me naked. Or maybe he just enjoyed making me
uncomfortable. I decided not to respond, in the hopes that he would take a hint
and get the hell out of Jet's room.
There was an awkward silence
between us before he said, “Okay, well nice seeing you again...”
He smiled before he turned around
and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sat there momentarily, not
being able to believe what had just happened. Hopefully the vision he had of me
before I was able to cover myself with the sheet would disappear. I rolled my
eyes, and decided to get the hell out of there while I could. I dressed quickly
and lay back down briefly to rest my eyes before leaving. But
I was still hung over and tired, and I slipped back to sleep without realizing
it.
Chapter Two
Jet
I pulled into a parking spot at
the college, and got out of my car. I grabbed my gym bag and headed inside. I
headed straight for the locker room to get changed. I grabbed my gear out of my
locker and pulled my shorts and T-shirt out of my gym bag, and changed for
training. I was meeting my brother, Craig, at the gym that day. We were going
to lift some weights and get a little jacked. He was part of the MMA fighting
team too, but was a lowerclassman. My brother and I were close, and we often
trained and hung out together.
I left the locker room, and
headed out to the training area to find my brother. I saw my coach training a
few guys, and waved to him as I headed to the weight area.
“Hey Jet, how are you doing?”
“Good man. Have you seen my
brother?”
He shrugged. “No. But I haven't
been around the gym yet. He could have slipped by me.”
I laughed. I waved him off, and
continued on to the weight room. Once I arrived, I saw my brother setting up
the bench press because it was chest and shoulder day. He was sliding plates on
the weight bar.
“Hey buddy. Already getting in
there, aren't you?”
“Yeah, can't waste any time. We
are tanks, bro.”
I laughed. I totally loved that
guy. I patted him on the shoulder and went to assess the weight situation. We
weren't bodybuilders but we lifted pretty well. I liked weight days. It was
good for the ego to lift weights, and feel so much stronger.
“Okay, you do the first set, and
I will spot you,” I offered.
“Sounds good.”
He lay himself down on the bench
and braced himself under the bar. I stood in front of him, ready to take the
bar if needed. He brought it
I had to get up and get out of
there. I would no longer be crashing at Jet's pad; it was foolish for me to
even be there in the first place. Especially now.
I pulled off the sheet and went
to get out of the bed, when Kyle opened the bedroom door and walked in.
“Hey Jet, man are you getting up?
I didn't hear your alar—”
I grabbed the sheet and tried to
cover myself up as quickly as possible, but how much he saw was hard to
determine. My cheeks glowed a bright crimson, and I
had a hard time meeting his eyes.
“Oh God, I'm sorry. I had no idea
anyone but Jet was in here. Uh, I didn't hear his alarm, so I thought he slept
in ... or something. His door isn't usually closed unless he's still sleeping.”
He was rambling.
“Or there's a naked girl in the
room.” I smiled awkwardly.
“Yeah, or that, too. Sorry.”
“Don't sweat it.”
“It's Natalie, right?”
“Yes, we met last week.”
He looked sheepish, but had no
problem with meeting my eyes. “Yeah, that's right.”
I smiled with the sheet wrapped more tightly
around me.
“I've heard a lot about you.”
I couldn't help but think that
this was probably one of the most inappropriate moments to discuss such things
since I was naked under a sheet and I was fairly certain he had seen more than
one exposed body part.
“Oh, is that right?” I said, not
really knowing what to say.
“Yeah, Jet talks about you a
lot.”
I couldn't even believe he was
still standing there talking to me. He was either really slow, or he enjoyed
being in the same room with me naked. Or maybe he just enjoyed making me
uncomfortable. I decided not to respond, in the hopes that he would take a hint
and get the hell out of Jet's room.
There was an awkward silence
between us before he said, “Okay, well nice seeing you again...”
He smiled before he turned around
and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sat there momentarily, not
being able to believe what had just happened. Hopefully the vision he had of me
before I was able to cover myself with the sheet would disappear. I rolled my
eyes, and decided to get the hell out of there while I could. I dressed quickly
and lay back down briefly to rest my eyes before leaving. But
I was still hung over and tired, and I slipped back to sleep without realizing
it.
Chapter Two
Jet
I pulled into a parking spot at
the college, and got out of my car. I grabbed my gym bag and headed inside. I
headed straight for the locker room to get changed. I grabbed my gear out of my
locker and pulled my shorts and T-shirt out of my gym bag, and changed for
training. I was meeting my brother, Craig, at the gym that day. We were going
to lift some weights and get a little jacked. He was part of the MMA fighting
team too, but was a lowerclassman. My brother and I were close, and we often
trained and hung out together.
I left the locker room, and
headed out to the training area to find my brother. I saw my coach training a
few guys, and waved to him as I headed to the weight area.
“Hey Jet, how are you doing?”
“Good man. Have you seen my
brother?”
He shrugged. “No. But I haven't
been around the gym yet. He could have slipped by me.”
I laughed. I waved him off, and
continued on to the weight room. Once I arrived, I saw my brother setting up
the bench press because it was chest and shoulder day. He was sliding plates on
the weight bar.
“Hey buddy. Already getting in
there, aren't you?”
“Yeah, can't waste any time. We
are tanks, bro.”
I laughed. I totally loved that
guy. I patted him on the shoulder and went to assess the weight situation. We
weren't bodybuilders but we lifted pretty well. I liked weight days. It was
good for the ego to lift weights, and feel so much stronger.
“Okay, you do the first set, and
I will spot you,” I offered.
“Sounds good.”
He lay himself down on the bench
and braced himself under the bar. I stood in front of him, ready to take the
bar if needed. He brought it
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