le dolla bean
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- Posted: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 17:28:17 +0000
♔ WHERE → GYM
♕ WITH → LULU
♚ OUTFIT → [x]
♛ LISTENING TO → ALT J//TESSELLATE
The deliciously creepy sound of Alt J poured out of Aiden's earbuds, lulling him into a workout trance as he finished up his last reps for the week; today's assignment included the bench press, chin-ups and deadlifts. During the wrestling season, his training focused on building and maintaining strength. The sport kept him busy nearly every day of the week. If it wasn't practice or workouts occupying his time after classes, the team competed against another school every 2 weeks, and in larger tournaments monthly. But he did enjoy wrestling, or more accurately the workouts. He might not always have the answers for his schoolwork, but his body hadn't let him down yet. It was one thing in his life he could always control. The more he tried the more results he got, which was more than he could say for most other areas in his life.
Thoughts wandering, Aiden thought back to the letter he'd received from his father earlier in the week. Captain Collins had been promoted to his current position, commandeering a U.S. Navy cruiser, just before Aiden began high school. It was what ultimately led to his enrolling in Morewood. The letters came every few weeks and contained some spending money along with the standard words of parental concern. Aiden's father wanted nothing short of perfection out of his son, which meant he was expected to perform in sports as well as schoolwork. And that sucked for Aiden, because he was more of a B-average student, and doing well in school was hard enough without his demanding extracurriculars. His father just didn't understand how much pressure he was under. He really did want to make his father proud, he was Aiden's only parent after all, but sometimes it felt like he would never be able to.
That frustration was what fueled him on, although he really didn't need the extra motivation. What should have been a 45-minute workout ended up being much closer to an hour and a half. Aiden put the dumbbells he had been using back on their rack and toweled off some of the sweat that had gathered on his face and neck. He was just getting started on some post-workout stretches, when he caught a glimpse of his... of Lulu. He didn't know what to call her. They weren't really friends, as much as he would've liked to be. She was a senoir, a party girl who seemed to have all the hookups, and she could skate, which Aiden found extremely attractive. And of course she was stunning, probably didn’t even have to try. There wasn't a thing about her that he would change, except that she evidently had no real interest in Aiden. Sure, she threw him a bone every so often, like the wink she was giving him now. Or was that just to get his attention?
They were meeting at the gym for a reason after all. That reason being so he that he could buy another dime off of her, which would probably last him a few weeks at least. It almost embarrassed him that he was such a lightweight when he smoked weed, but even if he wanted to, Aiden couldn't smoke that often. It messed with his training and gave him the munchies like hell. So not what he needed, not to mention the occasional drug tests that the school had started requiring for athletes. But it definitely helped him to relax, and it gave him a reason to keep seeing Lulu. Maybe he had mommy issues - like not having one - or maybe he was just terminally horny, but whatever it was, it made him crave female attention. Which is probably why he got so little of it.
Aiden watched, maybe a little too closely, as Lulu walked away from him and then bent down to grab her things. He could appreciate a nice a**, and hers was one of the nicest he'd seen around school. Must have been the squats. When she stood back up and caught him staring, he quickly averted his eyes and tried to focus again on getting a good stretch. He was facing away from her with his arms over his head when he felt her jab him in the side. Annoyingly, he let out a startled noise. When she sidled up to him, he was stunned into stillness. He felt his groin stir as she slid her hand in his shorts pocket, and then the lightest touch of her lips to his ear as she teased, "You need to work on your obliques, babe." Then she jabbed him in his side again, and left him standing there in slight shock.
"Thanks..." was all he could think to say as she walked away without a backward glance into the women’s locker room. Thankfully, his phone alerted Aiden that he had received a text message, a welcome distraction from the slow-moving train wreck of his social life. And the ultimate question, would he ever get laid?
From: Aasha
[[ drinks later? no karaoke. at all. ]]
[[ drinks later? no karaoke. at all. ]]
Aiden considered Aasha his closest friend at Morewood. They bonded over their shared love of fitness, their similarly strict parents, and the fact that they were underdogs who tried and mostly failed to break the idiotic stereotypes that plagued high school - or to ignore them at least.
To: Aasha
[[ just need to shower, then i'm all yours ]]
[[ just need to shower, then i'm all yours ]]
Aiden texted back as he tossed his gym bag over his shoulder and headed out. "A ******** cold shower."
I ain't got many friends left to talk to
No one's around when I'm in trouble
You know I'd do anything for you
Stay the night but keep it undercover
No one's around when I'm in trouble
You know I'd do anything for you
Stay the night but keep it undercover
OOC: Holy posting anxiety.
And my internet crashed the first time I tried. Dx