After We Fell Gym Scene Novels & Stories

Scarlet POV “Gotcha!” I said as I slammed Jennifer on the mat. The wind was knocked out of her but she kept her mind on it as her leg came flying out from the side, knocking into my ankles. This caused me to fall backwards onto the mat. “HA!” Jennifer said in a strained voice. “Keep your head in it!” “So who’s winning?” We heard a male’s voice from the door of the gym. Looking over, Jaxson came walking up to us with an amused smile on his face.

He fell over me, exhausted. "The best fuck ever," he whispered in my ear. "I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life." He sighed and got back up, his cock pulling out of my ass with an audible pop. He loomed over, looking at my exposed body. With one hand he reached out and removed a strand of urine-streaked hair out of my face. "Thanks babe, see you around." He turned around and left. Here I was, covered with pee, hair stuck, scalp burning, a bottle of pee inserted deep in my stretched pussy and sperm dripping out of my gaping anus, naked with legs spread wide in a public gym before class, awaiting the next person or persons to walk in.

“Last week he said ‘Nice try, buddy,’ when I got a question wrong. That man is a menace.” “He looks like he eats chalk for breakfast,” Mic added. “I bet he sleeps in a filing cabinet.” Henry didn’t even look up from his food. “He’s the reason I’ve developed emotional allergies to whiteboards.” Cue the uncontrollable laughter. Even Cilia cracked a full smile. For a little while, we forgot our drama. * * * * * * * * Later that evening, I headed home. As I rolled onto the training ground behind our house, the soft hum of insects and faint chirping of birds filled the air. Andrew was already there, setting up the targets in silence. He glanced over his shoulder when he saw me, offered a small no

Kliara felt the world tilt beneath her feet. The night air, heavy with the scent of damp earth and crushed rose petals stung her lungs with every ragged breath. She couldn’t look away as Jacob struggled to keep standing after being pierced by so many arrows. She watched, paralyzed, as more arrows found their way into Jacob in a deadly rhythm. Her fingers curled into the lace of her gloves until the fabric bit into her skin. Guilt and relief warred in her chest in equal measure, relief that her father’s brilliant plan had worked, that the monster they hunted yet also the same person she loved could be silenced.

The room erupted in shock as soon as the words were out of Reuben's mouth. Then, there was a loud crash—Mom had collapsed on the floor. The wail of an ambulance siren wound around the high-rise buildings. Reuben got in with the medical personnel while the Gray family members sent off the guests and reporters. Marcus stood alone, his eyes bloodshot and wide with shock. Beside him, Janae seemed frightened by his reaction. She shook his arm and asked, "Mr. Gray, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

I lost count of how long we stayed like that before she broke the hug. "I'm really sorry. I—I didn't. . ." Her voice cracks and she sniffs while I pull her into a hug again. "It's okay, Ren," I whisper, tracing patterns on her back while maintaining the hug. "It's okay," I say again, letting my lips rest on the spot on her hair where my chin should have been. We maintain the position, both of us finding solace in each other's arms and we don't bother breaking it until Clade's voice fills the air.

She asked as she stared at me anxiously. "Why do you need to go to the gym? Don't we have class?" "Actually, the class is going to start around twelve, we still have about thirty minutes. I just really need to see someone and I don't want to go alone." She pleaded. I eventually agreed to go with her. The gym wasn't quite far from here, but Jasmine received another text and she said she would be meeting the person at the school swimming pool instead. I grumbled but still followed her.

POV: Rival (Marcus) The Crestwood University gymnasium always smelled the same: a stifling mix of high-end floor wax, stale sweat, and the electric ozone of unearned ego. I leaned against the cool brick of the back corridor, just out of sight of the main court, and watched the "Golden Boy" pretend he wasn’t falling apart.

Bella obediently covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Phoebe with fear. Her small body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Phoebe did not approach to comfort her, but instead commanded, "Turn around!" Bella obediently turned around and stood facing away from Phoebe. Phoebe pushed her on the back, and Bella fell to the ground with a thud due to inertia. Her hands instinctively reached out to cushion the fall, and she let out a restrained cry of pain.

Meanwhile, I had one thought that arrived before I could screen it. ‘They looked kind of cute together.’ I brushed that thought off so fast it barely had time to finish forming. Nope! We were not doing that. I cleared my throat and decided to say something useful. "Well … I just want to give you guys a friendly reminder that there is no fighting or romance allowed in the gym." I paused, then added, "Or whatever." Because honestly I still couldn't fully place which category what I'd just walked in on fell into, and I wasn't going to commit to either one in case I was wrong.