By: Sam Crescent

“No, you can go.” He released her arm, and she made her way back toward the treadmill.

The buzz she was getting had disappeared.

The entire encounter with Noah had ruined what she wanted to achieve. She’d done an hour, and that was better than nothing. Leaving the treadmill, she made her way into the changing room. Instead of sticking around to change, she grabbed her stuff, and headed out into the parking lot.

Sarah was chipper, asking how she got on.

Elsa did her best to smile, and say thank you, but all she wanted to do was escape. Maybe get a large tub of ice cream on the way back.

“Elsa, wait.”

She tensed up, glancing behind her to see Noah rushing toward her. This was the last thing she needed.

“What is it?” she asked, turning to look at him.

He ran up to her, and she refused to be drawn to his rock hard body. This was not her. She wanted something more than a pretty face to look at.

“You’re serious about losing weight? This wasn’t some joke to find out where I was?”

“How can you even walk with an ego that size? Yes, this was about me, and what I wanted to do for my mother. It wasn’t about you.”

“I’ll help you.”

Elsa jerked back. “What?”

“Look, I know what I’m doing, and you clearly don’t. This will be awesome for me to put on my college application.”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not going to happen. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to be—”

“I’ll do it anonymously. I can take pictures without your head, or anything that will give you away.”

“You can do that?” she asked, curious.

“There are a great many people who like their privacy. I can help you with this.”

“And you look awesome for college?”

“It’s a win-win for both of us. You lose weight, I get a good education.”

She bit her lip, hating and liking it at the same time. The last thing she wanted to be doing was allowing Noah to be near her. He wasn’t an awful guy, but other than being a jock, she didn’t know anything about him.

“So what do you say?”

“No one can know about this. Not your friends, or family.”

“It’s a secret.”

“Completely top secret.”

“Okay, so completely top secret, let’s go to my place,” he said, walking away from her car.


“My place. Let’s get started. How long were you on the treadmill?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to go to your house.”

He turned toward her. “Do you want me to go to yours?”


“Then where do you expect us to get started?”

“What’s wrong in there?”

“No, we’ve got some preliminary stuff to get done. We do it in there, it’s got to be done through Bruce’s books.”

She groaned. “No, I don’t want any record of what we’re about to do.”

“Then stop being a pain in the ass, and get in my car.”

“What about my car?” she asked.

“You don’t want anyone to know about this, right?”


“Well duh, right back at you. Your car in my driveway is going to have a lot of people curious, asking questions. Do you want them asking shit about this?”

Once again she was stumped.

“You’re right.”

“You know, for a smart girl, it doesn’t show.”

She glared at him but couldn’t find a reason to tell him otherwise.

Climbing into the front seat of his car, she held her bag tightly to her, and stayed silent as he pulled out of the parking lot.

She hated awkward silences, and she felt utterly tense.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

“Oh, I know. I could probably squash you anyway.”

“Okay, rule one, do not put yourself down like that.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want any fat jokes, or comments when you’re with me.”

She frowned. “I get called them at school. In fact I’ve been called a lot worse, by you and your friends.”

“Actually, not by me. I don’t get involved with that shit. My friends, that’s their deal, not mine. I don’t put anyone down. I don’t believe in that. In fact I actually believe in karma.”

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