Chubby Chaser (Billy Hargrove)

29.

I still couldn't bear to admit that I saw Nancy and Jonathan screwing on school grounds. When seeing them together I couldn't get the picture of her straddling him out of my mind. I know I need to mention it eventually, but how? Also, I just feel like it's not necessary to go and say I saw my best friends screwing.

Why can't they come to me and tell me they are together... or just screwing.

I groaned as I lifted the heavy fifteen pound dumbbell and squatted. Sweat trickled down my forehead and I loved but hated the feeling. I loved that I'm sweating because it proves I am putting work in but I hate it because I have to pause every minute just to wipe the wetness off my face.

"You're doing great." Billy commented standing behind me. I looked straight in the mirror in the empty gym room and gave a dirty look. There he was not just paying attention to my stance but it seemed more like he was in trance at my rear end.

"My eyes are up here, you know." I stated. Billy jumped and made eye contact with me with a slight tint of pink forming on his cheeks. "Uh yeah, sorry." He mumbled rubbing the back of his neck.

I smirked and bent down again with the stupid weight and exhaled. "How many more of these do I have to do?" "How many have you done already?" My eyes widened not even sure. "I um... I forgot to count." Billy rolled his eyes shaking his head. "Do fifteen more and then fast walk a mile on the treadmill. Then we'll be done for the day." I cheered in happiness at being able to walk the treadmill. On certain occasions Billy hates the treadmill just because of the fact that I love it so much. I counted out my squats out loud making sure I make a mental note of each one.

These last couple of days I have stuck through with my decision and so far Billy has to. We have not hooked up, kissed, or anything since the afternoon of my outburst.

He's been more polite than ever, he says hi to me when we pass each other in the halls. He most definitely has a staring problem when it comes to gym time. Although he doesn't act on the hunger he feels he sure shows it.

And with the burst of confidence I couldn't help but not care what people think of me. I still change in the girls bathroom but I've been adventurous and with summer coming around I've worn shorts to school and not just my plain boyish figure jeans.

"Fifteen!" I shouted. I dropped the dumbbell on the floor and made my way towards the treadmill. I changed the settings so if I walked I could do a slow jog or a fast walk, I usually just fast walk.

I couldn't help but look over in amazement and lust filling my body watching Billy lift the heavy weights. He was shirtless with his body glistening in sweat and concentration written all over his face.

The things I want to do to him...

Stop it, Riley. You're working out. Besides you can't give in that easy!

I finally finished my mile and wiped the sweat off my forehead. I grabbed my water bottle taking a swig of it and looked over at Billy. He gestured for me to hand him the water bottle which I did and he took a sip off of it as well.

The smallest gesture I bit my lip at. I don't know why but it was such a turn on to be sharing something so little as water with someone so attractive.

I looked away feeling the butterflies in my stomach and grabbed my backpack ready to go home.

"I was thinking..." I looked over at Billy to see him trailing behind me with his hand once more in his hair.

I stopped and waited for him to finish his sentence.

"Well, uh... I was thinking that maybe when I drop you off I could maybe come in and say hi to your parents."

"My parents?" I asked. "Yeah, I mean why not. Let them know how you're doing and all..." I raised my eye brow thinking about it.

Do I really want him to see my parents? Just him?

"I mean, if you really want to I guess that's fine." I answered. Billy smiled and grabbed my shoulder resting his arm there. "Then why are we still standing here? Let's go."

Billy led the way to his car and I couldn't help but think of all the disasters that could happen in mere moments with my parents.

My mom could say something so inappropriate that would make Billy uncomfortable. My dad could say something so offensive that could piss Billy off.

Or it could be the other way around!

I began to panic on the drive home thinking about all the possibilities that could happen.

My mind also drifted to the first time he came over he was in my room and explored finding my handy dandy shower head.

That fucking shower head...

"Princess-"

My thoughts were cut off as I looked over at Billy.

"We're here."

Oh lord give me strength.