Novel & Cerita Athletic Trainer Oblivion

Fantine The morning after the hospital incident felt like walking through a minefield because Riley didn't let me out of his sight for a single hour, and instead of taking me to the PR office or the student lounge, he dragged me straight to the private athletic training facility at the back of the campus where the heavy mats were laid out and the smell of old leather and sweat was thick in the air. He had already changed into a pair of gray training shorts and a sleeveless shirt that showed off the heavy muscles of his back, and the way he was wrapping his hands with black cotton tape told me he wasn't planning on a standard conversation.

The wooden dummy cracked beneath the force of my elbow strike, splinters of dust clinging to my sweat-slicked arms. I welcomed the gentle ache in my muscles, the burn in my lungs, anything to keep my thoughts away from Damon. Training was the only place I could disappear, where repetition drowned out his piercing eyes, his sugar-coated words and his feverish touch. But even here, I couldn’t escape him.

They both provided help watching over everyone, evaluating strengths and weaknesses. Friday rolled around and I had hardly seen Atlas, each day brought on added frustration. How could I accept his rejection if he wasn't around? Training occurred Monday-Thursday, giving the three of us Friday off. I spent my Friday morning training in the backyard with Tyra and Dustin. Sweat poured down my back, soaking into my sports bra as I dodged Dustin's brutal kick. Dustin had earned his position as a trainer, that much was clear. I danced out of his way each time, but his speed was impressive for someone his size. Even with the title of trainer, Dustin's fighting was flawed. His punches weren't as stro

But when I saw Asher's devilish smirk, I ran without losing any more seconds. Later that day, I couldn't find anything that I thought I could enroll in. But I couldn't go back to the gym. "What happened? Why didn't you enroll in archery? Did you find something else?" Kathy asked, finally catching up with me. A group of athletes were competing in a 200m race. "No, I am still figuring it out." I sighed, my voice barely above a whisper. "What? You have only a few minutes left! Otherwise, they will put you in the track events as default for all omegas. I mean, practically all runners of our pack are omegas." Kathy exclaimed, raising her hands in disbelief.

The physical tests day finally arrived the next morning at the major training ground. At dawn, the ground is already full to the brim with mobsters, waiting to watch the newbies physical tests. The newbies are already in line—twenty in number. They look tensed. Adeline repeatedly folded her fists and unfolded them. She's beside Malik, and Malik won't stop whispering threats into her ear. "I'll kill you, I promise." "You're dead, trust me." "The moment we both pass, you've officially signed your death warrant."