(Closed thread between Rocky and Outfoxd)
It was about the middle of the school day when Bryant Carver strode into the weight room, still in his street clothes and aggravated, as was his common state of mind.
He had come here from lunch, had in fact left because he didn't want to cause a scene that would get him kicked out. He'd been waiting in line for damn near half the period, and when the lunch-lady (who was white, that was the important part), had given him his food, he swore she gave him about half the portions the other students got.
"Bitch thinks we don't need to eat or some shit?" He had stormed out of the lunchroom in disgust after eating
And it tasted like shit, too.
and headed to the weight room. He was sure if he had stayed in there for too long he was going to have a few choice words for that chick, maybe some nice, biting commentary on how her ass was so fat because she probably ate all the portions she was holding back from the black students.
Bryant found himself gravitating to the weight room more, and more, finding it nice and quiet around this time. Especially devoid of white kids, a big plus. He knew all them uppity little fuckers got their time in with their sports, all the time they needed. He wished for the 50th time that the school facilities had a heavy bag, so he could work out some of his issues. Lifting would have to work for now.
Bryant didn't bother changing, not wanting to waste time or any of his anger dressing and undressing. He just sat down on the nearest machine, which happened to be for butterfly presses, and set his weight.
He started doing the presses, doing them quickly and not smooth at first. His boxing coach probably would've kicked his little ass if he saw his student doing this, and without stretching too. But he was too pissed to care.
"Oughta go back there and take the rest of my lunch outta that fat bitch's cellulite having ass." He said.
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Joanne Seguin was, as usual, exercising. Having finished her packed lunch relatively quickly, the blonde haired girl stopped off at her locker, removing the bulky t-shirt and pants to reveal the ever present gym shorts and white tank top underneath. After briefly stretching out, she began her usual laps around the interior of the school. Once these were finished, Joanne jogged her way over to the weight room, ready to have some quality alone time with just her and the- oh fuck, he was there.
As Joanne entered the weight room, her eyes were immediately caught by the young black man at the butterfly press. Pretending not to notice him, although glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes, Joanne walked to the other end of the room. On the wall were a rack of various dumbbells, from which the blonde girl took a pair of the 10 lb weights. Holding one in each hand, Joanne began to run through her usual routine, doing ten reps working the biceps, quick rest, ten for triceps, quick rest, and so on. As she worked with the weights, she would take occasional glances at Bryant on the butterfly press, or whatever machine he had moved on to at the time. The two may not have liked each other much, but for the most part they were able to keep it civil. For the most part.
As Joanne entered the weight room, her eyes were immediately caught by the young black man at the butterfly press. Pretending not to notice him, although glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes, Joanne walked to the other end of the room. On the wall were a rack of various dumbbells, from which the blonde girl took a pair of the 10 lb weights. Holding one in each hand, Joanne began to run through her usual routine, doing ten reps working the biceps, quick rest, ten for triceps, quick rest, and so on. As she worked with the weights, she would take occasional glances at Bryant on the butterfly press, or whatever machine he had moved on to at the time. The two may not have liked each other much, but for the most part they were able to keep it civil. For the most part.
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Bryant was just about done with his reps on the butterfly press when that girl walked in. He didn't know her name, didn't really give a fuck about knowing. He did know that for being a white girl, she was cut up. He didn't know any of these privileged fucks could work hard enough to get a physique like that. Still, he wasn't happy when she came into the weight room.
He got up from his spot and moved over to the lateral raise machine, figuring he could blow out his arms while he was in here. He'd been working legs last week, and they needed a rest. He snuck a look over at the girl as she started pushing more weight. She was doing a lot of reps with smaller weight, probably working for endurance. He could've been working toward that, but his coach was telling him he needed a little more strength.
Still, he couldn't help but say something to the girl. Fuck was she gonna do on school grounds anyway? Cry to a counselor?
"I see you still pushing bitch weight." He said, and started working the raises.
He got up from his spot and moved over to the lateral raise machine, figuring he could blow out his arms while he was in here. He'd been working legs last week, and they needed a rest. He snuck a look over at the girl as she started pushing more weight. She was doing a lot of reps with smaller weight, probably working for endurance. He could've been working toward that, but his coach was telling him he needed a little more strength.
Still, he couldn't help but say something to the girl. Fuck was she gonna do on school grounds anyway? Cry to a counselor?
"I see you still pushing bitch weight." He said, and started working the raises.
Joanne had just finished her final rep when the black kid decided to pipe up for the first time in the blonde's knowledge. Of course, nothing nice came out of his mouth, that would have been asking for too much. Joanne was almost content on just ignoring the boy and continuing with her routine, until she noticed the bench press out of the corner of her eye. She could ignore him, or she could have some fun with him. It'd been awhile since she'd had a chance to see what the maximum amount she could bench, what with this place almost always being empty.
Joanne placed the weights she was holding back into their place on the rack, then walked over to the bench. As always, a pair of 25 pound weights adorned each side of the barbell. 50 pounds would typically be a good starting point for the girl, however today she grabbed a pair of 20 pound weights and slide them onto the bar, bringing up the total to 90 pounds. After briefly looking at the weighted barbell, she picked up a pair of 5's and threw those on as well.
With the barbell weighed down with 100 pounds, Joanne slid onto the bench and grabbed the barbell. Knowing she could handle the weight for about three or four of reps, the blond haired girl took the barbell off it's stand and proceeded to methodically do four reps before placing it back on. Joanne knew the black boy was watching, or at least she was hoping he was. Either way, now came the fun part.
Sliding off the bench, Joanne removed the two 5 pounds weights, slid on a couple of 10's, the slide the 5's back on. Settling under the weights again, Joanne shot the black boy a look. "Spot me?" she simply said, waiting for the response.
Joanne placed the weights she was holding back into their place on the rack, then walked over to the bench. As always, a pair of 25 pound weights adorned each side of the barbell. 50 pounds would typically be a good starting point for the girl, however today she grabbed a pair of 20 pound weights and slide them onto the bar, bringing up the total to 90 pounds. After briefly looking at the weighted barbell, she picked up a pair of 5's and threw those on as well.
With the barbell weighed down with 100 pounds, Joanne slid onto the bench and grabbed the barbell. Knowing she could handle the weight for about three or four of reps, the blond haired girl took the barbell off it's stand and proceeded to methodically do four reps before placing it back on. Joanne knew the black boy was watching, or at least she was hoping he was. Either way, now came the fun part.
Sliding off the bench, Joanne removed the two 5 pounds weights, slid on a couple of 10's, the slide the 5's back on. Settling under the weights again, Joanne shot the black boy a look. "Spot me?" she simply said, waiting for the response.
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Bryant was about halfway through his lat raises when the girl started moving around to the bench and grabbing up weight. Not a lot, for him anyway, but for a little white girl it wasn't no joke. He figured his comment had got under her skin a little, which is what he wanted, but what was she about to do? There wasn't anybody in her to sp..
Oh.
Oh!
Seriously?
For being a small white girl, she must've had some big black balls. Spot her?
In spite of himself, Bryant was intrigued. He dropped his work on the machine and stood up, sauntering over. He couldn't stop the next smartass comment from coming out.
"You worried you finna drop this on your neck? Need a young black buck to make sure you don't kill yourself?"
Bryant made it to the back of the bench, a full grin of white teeth peeking out from his brown face. He'd see what this white girl was made of. He was interested.
"I got you."
Oh.
Oh!
Seriously?
For being a small white girl, she must've had some big black balls. Spot her?
In spite of himself, Bryant was intrigued. He dropped his work on the machine and stood up, sauntering over. He couldn't stop the next smartass comment from coming out.
"You worried you finna drop this on your neck? Need a young black buck to make sure you don't kill yourself?"
Bryant made it to the back of the bench, a full grin of white teeth peeking out from his brown face. He'd see what this white girl was made of. He was interested.
"I got you."