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Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
Her eyes didn’t obey the command and took a fleeting glance at the spin bikes on her way to the pec deck machine.
Fuck.
Girls were so pretty. And Nyssa was such a gay disaster.
She obviously never stared at them at the gym; she wasn’t a creep. But, whenever she went from one machine to another, she couldn’t help catching tiny little minuscule glimpses of them. And, yeah, sometimes she smiled awkwardly at them too, because it would just be fucking rude to not acknowledge their presence when their eyes met, right?
Right?
She sat on the pec deck and began doing her exercises, trying her best to think about anything but tight leggings, soft curves, ponytails with silky hair that fell down slim backs, girly giggles and painted nails on the most delicate hands.
A drop of sweat fell down her face.
Fuck. She was so fucked.
Just as she was finishing up her pecs workout —her gaze fixed on the mirror in front of her—, she couldn’t help noticing a new girl entering the gym.
Or well, at least she thought she was new. She would totally remember a girl like that if she had seen her around there before.
Tall, Asian and absolutely breathtaking were the first four words that came to Nyssa’s mind. Glamourous was the fifth.
She had never understood why some girls did their hair and makeup before going to the gym. Didn’t that get gross when they sweat? And was it worth the effort, considering they were gonna shower in an hour or so?
Now, she understood everything. Seeing the dark ringlets of the girl deliciously falling down her neck, seeing the silver pendant with a diamond D falling into her sports bra, seeing her athletic mini skirt, seeing her long —infinite— legs and her lean arms and her soft stomach, seeing her pink eyeliner and her lip-gloss, Nyssa felt like she was going to faint.
The girl —well, technically, the young woman; she must have been around 20, the same age as Nyssa— sat on the floor next to a foam roller and began using it to warm up. She placed the roller under her left calf, she used her hands to press her hips off the floor and she began slowly —tortuously slow— rolling the foam from her ankle to below her knee.
Nyssa’s breathing rate accelerated —she was sure it wasn’t because of the exercise.
She clumsily got up from the pec deck and moved to another machine —any machine that would prevent her from keep staring. She ended up on a bench press —looking at the ceiling— and then moved to the GHD —looking at the floor.
However, once she got up from that last machine and allowed herself a short water break, she discovered something amazing.
The glamorous girl was staring at her. She was on the elliptical trainer, her curls graciously bouncing with every movement, and she was staring at her.
When she winked at her, Nyssa choked on her water.
Not knowing what to do with what she had just seen, she hurried to the next machine in her routine —the abdominal bench—, and then the next one —the leg press— and then she finally —finally— finished her workout on the dipping bar.
Just when she was gathering up her stuff, only thinking about the cold shower she so desperately needed, she saw the other girl walking up to her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Was she walking towards her? Or to the machines next to her? Did Nyssa have to wait up for her to arrive? Or give her space to use the equipment and just go to the goddamn shower once and for all?
She couldn’t decide, so time took the decision for her.
—Hi —Said the beautiful girl, with her beautiful eyes gleaming beautifully and showing Nyssa a beautiful smile. Fuck. Also, she smelled of roses—. I’m Drew.
Drew. Drew, Drew, Drew. Wasn’t that a boy’s name? No, it couldn’t. Suddenly, it was the most feminine and the prettiest name Nyssa had ever heard.
—Hi —She answered, instantly praying that her voice hadn’t sounded as weak as it just seemed to her—. I’m Nyssa.
—Nice to meet you, Nyssa.
—Um, you two. I mean, you too.
Get a fucking grip, Barrera.
—So, I saw you staring.
Her mouth got dry. Her heart did a jump. Her legs got weak.
—What?
—I said, I saw that you were staring at me. Like, a lot.
—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry —She quickly picked up her remaining things and stumbled a few steps away from her—. I’m gonna go now and I promise I won’t bother you ever again. I- I will change the hours I came here and-
—Oh my Gosh —The girl interrupted her, playing with one of her ringlets as her expression shifted to one of… amusement?—. Aren’t you the cutest and most clueless thing ever? I’m not mad at you, babe.
—I… What? You’re not?
—’Course not, honey. I’m flattered. And, to be honest, also very satisfied. Do you know how much time it takes me to get this dolled up only for gross men to constantly hit on me? —She rolled her eyes in exasperation—. It’s like, can’t they see that I’m not interested in them? Can’t they read a room and see that straight girls just don’t look like this? Can’t they get a fucking hint? —She looked at Nyssa and smiled with that same entertained smile as before—. Alas, apparently, neither can the lesbians, so I guess I should just start wearing a fucking neon sign over my head.
Nyssa found herself laughing, but she wasn’t entirely sure if it was because of Drew’s joke or because of the previous tension leaving her body all at once.
—I… I’m sorry? I shouldn’t have stared either way.
—I’ll bless you with my forgiveness if you promise to stop apologizing.
Nyssa smiled, widely and genuinely.
—I promise.
—Good —The girl extended her hand with an open palm—. Now, will you give me your phone?
—My phone?
—Yes, sweetcheeks. How else would I give you my number? I’d write it on your arm, but I don’t have a pen with me right now.
—Oh, of course.
She quickly handed Drew her phone. The other girl took it and used it for a few seconds before returning it.
—I’m free this Saturday —She announced, looking at Nyssa straight in the eyes—. And I love Japanese food.
—I… It’s a date?
—Yes, sweetie, it is —Drew showed her one last gorgeous smile before waving at her and taking a few steps back to where she had come from—. Call me!
—I will —Promised Nyssa, her eyes falling to her phone, the screen showing her its newest contact.
“Goddess”.
She instantly smiled and looked back up, just in time to see Drew climbing on a leg machine and blowing her a kiss.
What the fuck had just happened?