Page 55 of Breaking the Rules
"We?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"You're gonna workout with me?"
She turns back to me. Stares into my eyes like she's best assessing how to fuck with me. "Sure."
"Really?"
"You don't think I can?"
"I'm sure you can."
"Good." She folds her arms over her chest. Sits on a bench. "Well…"
"Well?"
"What's the workout of the day?"
"Push."
She nodslet's go then.
"You really think I'm gonna get into trouble here?"
"Yep." She motions to the rack of weights behind us. "Better stay busy."
My thoughts straighten.
She's right.
I can get into plenty of trouble here.
Every gym with serious lifters has at least one guy with a steroid hookup.
And he knows a guy who can get his hands on oxy fast.
Fuck, I barely did that shit. Alcohol was more than enough to get me trashed.
But I wasn't picky either.
Anything to eviscerate my thoughts.
Right now…
This is supposed to be my coping mechanism.
Where I work my shit out.
With her here—
I like Emma.
Too much.
I can't concentrate when she's around.
I can't let her know that.
