Chapter 15
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"Are you weight lifting?" a shocked voice asked me, as I set the weights down and took a deep breath. I slipped under the bar and sat up on the bench. Seth was stood in the doorway to his home gym looking at me in shock. I grabbed my bottle of water from the ground and took a large gulp, before throwing it back to the ground.
"Yeah you want to spot?" I replied.
"Sure. Let me just get changed out of my suit" Seth muttered, looking at me with confusion. He disappeared out the door and back up into the main house. I used my towel to wipe the sweat from my brow.
After finishing school, and Coach Greene saying I could use the archery equipment whenever I wanted, Dean picked me up. I made the conscious decision to get my shooting back up to Olympic standards, I didn't have to compete but I would do it because I loved the sport and it was wrong to waste my talent just because I was sulking about my previous Alpha's decision.
Dean stayed with me for a while, due to Seth still working, but I just spent the time in the garden. I set up a makeshift target, before polishing off my old bows and doing a few hours more of shooting. I then went into the gym and began upper body training – Dean had gotten bored and gone to watch TV and eat pop tarts until Seth had turned up.
Seth came back in a pair of basketball shorts and a white wife-beater, he looked handsome as he walked over to me. I lay back down on the bench, and he stood behind me – the bottom of his shorts resting on my forehead. I gripped the bar tightly and lifted, I winced slightly and he reached down to grab it, but I straightened up before he could grab it. He paused, hands wanting to take the weight from me, before he dropped his hands.
I let the weight down before lifting it three times quickly, my breath shallow and deep as my arms strained against the weight and my hands gripped onto the metal. I set the bar down and took a deep breath. "You're good" Seth told me.
"Thanks" I smiled up at him. I took a short hiatus before continuing the weight training. Seth spotted me for another twenty minutes, or so, until I was done. I could tell that Seth was impressed with me, but I was pretty sure he'd never actually admit that to me.
I stretched my body out as I took my own heart rate with my fingers, I then looked at the time. It was only six in the evening, I still had plenty of time. "I'm going for a run" I told Seth and his eyebrows shot up.
"You're kidding".
"No. You want to come to?"
"You've been working out all afternoon. Is something wrong?" he frowned, looking concerned.
I chuckled softly, "I have a lot of energy. If I ever don't spend my free time working out, then you'll know something is wrong".
He nodded slowly, "sure I'll go for a run with you. But aren't you tired?"
"Nah, I'm fine" I shrugged. And I was telling the truth, I was aching but in a good way – in the way that told me that my muscles were working. "Plus I'll only go for a small run" I shrugged, "only five miles or so".
Seth snorted, "you consider five miles as a short run. Alright then". He shook his head at me, as he followed me out the house. I limbered up slightly and Seth just watched me. I set my fitness watch for distance and heart rate, before I took off towards the woods. Seth jogged slowly beside me.
We ran for thirty five minutes, looping back to the house half way through the run. I stopped outside the house, catching my breath as I wiped the sweat from my red face. I looked at my watch and groaned. "That was awful. I was so slow".
"You're kidding" Seth breathed out. "You just ran five and a half miles in thirty five minutes. That's like six minutes per mile".
"Yeah I used to be four and a half minutes per mile last year" I sighed heavily. "I have a lot of work to do". I walked into the house, got both of us a glass of water, before heading upstairs for a shower – Seth hot on my heels. "You're quiet" I observed, as I walked into my room.
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"Just thinking" he shrugged, before walking off to his own room. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour, before kicking my door shut.
After I'd showered and changed into my pyjamas, I met Seth downstairs. He was cooking dinner and it smelt amazing. I took a seat and the breakfast bar and watched as he cooked. "How was school today?" he asked.
"It was good actually. It made me realise how much people actually look up to their Luna".
"Did you like Shawna and Javier?"
"Yeah they were lovely. Shawna is really nice" I muttered, shrugging softly. Seth noticed my lack of enthusiasm and glanced over his shoulder at me.
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