Page 95 of Puck You Very Much
“Let me get one more good look at you,” Corbin said.
Jakob flexed for him, even doing a little turn. Corbin looked at him like he could pop an erection at any moment. In fact, I started to wonder. He slapped Jakob’s hand but might as well have slapped his ass.
I stuck my hand out, but he not only didn’t shake it but kept on walking. You know, like I really was the invisible man?
I glanced over my shoulder, thinking Corbin would right his wrong, and come back and askmeto flex. But it didn’t happen.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“That was Corbin,” he said.
“I know who he is, Jakob. I’m just wondering why he paid so much attention to you and absolutely none to me.”
And what’s with this garbage about the Riptides being shit?I wanted to ask.And who the hell said you and your team full of losers would have a prayer against us?
I kept my questions to myself as I’d learned that the one thing Jakob was truly good at was wielding that smart mouth of his.
“A bug jump up your ass or something?” he asked.
“No, Jakob, I just want to finish this workout, okay?”
“Fine.”
We headed over to the nearest bench and I loaded two hundred and twenty pounds in weights to the barbell. Then I sat down, scooted under, and wrapped my fingers around it. When I lifted it, a grunt bellowed through my clenched teeth. I broughtthe barbell down to my chest, honestly worried I would drop it. I noticed my boyfriend posed over me, ready to lift the weight off my chest if I needed it but fuck that. No way did I need anyone helping me.
For a moment, I honestly worried my arms would fall off but wouldn’t let that keep me from finishing. Finally, I reached my set of ten and set the barbell back in the holder.
When I sat up, I would’ve ushered Jakob to take my place, but he rushed right onto it, like he was in an all-fired hurry.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Two hundred and twenty pounds is a lot, don’t you think?”
“You just did it.”
“I know, but you’re… never mind, never mind. You go right ahead.”
He lay down under the bar bell and I assumed the position.
My boyfriend’s face reddened almost instantly when he lifted the weights. Then his cheeks puffed out as he lowered the barbell down to his chest. At first, I honestly didn’t think he would be able to push it back up. Please don’t confuse that with wanting him to fail. I could never want something like that.
As he lowered the barbell down to his chest again, I saw Corbin pass by.
“Hey Corbin, you got a second?” I asked. “I wanted to ask you about your diet regimen.”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“Of course you do. Zane Hirst. We’ve talked a hundred times.”
“Oh, right, Zane Hirst.” He snapped his fingers. “Sorry about that.”
“Anyway, is it really true that you get up in the middle of the night to eat so you can keep your metabolism moving?”
“Oh, I try to do that, but it’s hard to do that every single night.”
“Whatever you’re doing, it’s really paying off. You look totally fucking shredded.”
