Mr Infamous

*chapter 1*

11:07 PM
TUESDAY, APRIL 26TH, 2022

I run on the treadmill, watching numbers of my heart rate and mileage flash and fluctuate. Music blares through my ears as the alert on my watch pings telling me I've reached mile 2 on my run. 16 minutes, better, but I want faster. A trainer walks by, clearly taking note of everyone in the gym, making sure everyone is ok. My feet click quickly against the material under them, tap after tap increasing speed, I'll be better once I'm faster.
At this point in the night I honestly don't expect anyone to come into the gym and absolutely no one I'd ever care about but that's where I'm wrong. I look over as the door opens and am met with a very beautiful stranger. 6'1, thin as paper but toned as fuck. Pale skin, dark hair, tattoos scattered across his silky looking skin. I watch as this stranger signs in and walks across the floor, stopping at the treadmill next to me with his cup, placing it down to put up his bag and I'd imagine his hoodie. The tall stranger waves hello and gets onto his treadmill. I watch the man start up the treadmill, instantly setting it to 6 mph, running with ease. I watch his mileage increase as I run, curious as to how he does it so easily. I fix my hair, running more, watch setting off again. 3 miles, 24 minutes. I can do better but right now I don't care. I care about meeting this beauty next to me more. I decide that's enough running but I refuse to leave the gym. There's only 3 of us and a trainer in here. I chose to go to the station bike after I clean up, sitting my water into the cup holder in front of me. I shuffle my Harry Potter playlist based on my house that a friend had made me and set the bike up so I can use it. I struggle to fix the seat and that's when the tall stranger comes over and helps me adjust it. In the meantime he introduces himself as Remington and tells me he likes my hair. My hair, lime green and fairly long. I thank him for his help and the compliment, telling him how much I love his tattoos. It's in that moment I truly get the chance to study the needle-placed art on his ghost-like skin. He seems to like Harry Potter, and a dark mark was the tattoo of choice? That prompts the question about his hogwarts house. He informs me that he is also a Slytherin and I gesture to the snake tattoo on my wrist to tell him we have the same house. "A fellow Slytherin, I guess your green hair should've given it away to me," Remington remarks, smiling, "are you ok if I work out with you for the rest of the night? If not it's ok, I just figured I'd ask before it just looks like I'm stalking you." "It would be greatly appreciated actually. I carry a bathing suit in my bag because I usually swim afterwards, if you have a bathing suit you are welcome to join," I tell him, "however, I may want to shower before swimming, I'll probably hit the locker room in like 20 to shower for a few. If you give me your Snapchat I can text you when I'm done," I reply, hoping he can't tell what I'm doing. "Yea of course, I actually do the same thing. I usually swim after to just calm down. We can both go shower in 20 then we can just chill and do whatever you want to if you wanted to hang out at all," he says, cleaning his treadmill then choosing the bike next to mine, adjusting it with ease to fit his long, thin frame. We chat back and forth, eventually hitting 20 minutes. "Oh what's your snap so that we can meet by the pool?" Remington asks. "Oh I'm Salem_raven1994, my icon looks like me but it has glasses on," I tell him, realizing he now is aware of my eyesight problems. "My icon has glasses too! I've worn them forever. I just usually either go with blurry vision or I stick to my contacts. I'm glad I wore my contacts tonight though," Remington shoots back. I look as the notification hits my phone
"Remi has added you! Add them back to say hi!"
I click the notification and add him back, smiling to send him a picture. "Ah a new Snapchat from Salem!" Remington exclaims. I smile when I receive a Snapchat back. "Alright, I feel all gross and sweaty, I'll see you by the pool," I tell him, walking away with my bag to the locker room.