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The Gym Rat

High school junior Luke is used to going it alone. After his parents' divorce scattered what remained of his family, Luke has focused on the one thing that gives him control - lifting weights. While his peers find their place on sports teams or in social groups, Luke spends every free moment in the gym, methodically working to increase his bench press and build muscular definition. Life as a gym rat has its benefits. Physical activity provides an escape from Luke's turbulent thoughts, and his growing physique earns respect from some classmates. But it does little to ease his loneliness. Without friends to lean on, each school day brings fresh reminders that Luke remains an outsider. When the popular and attractive Sarah Anderson notices Luke's lifting progress, he is stunned by her request to train together. Sarah sees potential in Luke beyond his isolation, glimpsing a kind heart beneath his gruff exterior. As their gym sessions blossom into tentatively shared lunches and study sessions, Luke fights his lingering distrust of intimacy. But forming new bonds threatens Luke's safe solitary routine. Gossip soon swirls around the "gym punk" spending time with the star cheerleader. Meanwhile, unresolved issues from Luke's family history resurface, testing his resilience. To accept Sarah's friendship and face deeper demons head-on, Luke must learn to lift more than weights - he must lift the heavy weight of his own loneliness.

Poliku_poli · Politique et sciences sociales
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5 Chs

The Gym Rat

The last bell of the school day shattered the quiet of the vacant halls. Luke Robinson swiftly closed his locker and slung his gym bag over his shoulder, set on his solitary path. 

While exuberant peers indulged in socializing, Luke tuned out the escalating chatter to focus solely on reaching his destination. Within minutes, the corridors emptied as efficiently as draining water, leaving Luke to traverse alone.

Emerging through the rear exit, he shielded his eyes against the westering sun illuminating the parking lot in a golden glow. A familiar scent carried on the balmy breeze—freshly mown grass from adjacent ball fields now quiet. Luke started for the gym on autopilot, circling around the tennis courts.

Yet halfway there, movement by the fenceline caught his eye. Sara Anderson leaned against the chain-link, cheeks flushed from exertion as she idly bounced a ball. Her long blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders, sectioned into twin braids for her match. 

Noticing Luke, Sara waved him over, removing her visor. "Hey, hold up a sec!" 

He slowed reluctantly. Why did the renowned junior want his attention? Still, politeness demanded he stop a cautious distance away. "What is it?"

Flashing a radiant grin, Sara replied, "I was hoping you could offer some advice. I've observed your determined training for football tryouts." Her gaze appraised his toned physique appreciatively. "Got any serving tips?"

Luke's throat tightened in surprise—why seek his guidance? "I mainly weight train. Not much of a tennis player," he responded gruffly to mask puzzlement. 

Spinning the ball skillfully, Sara explained, "Sure, but you understand building power, yeah? I want to amp up my serve." She tilted her head, smile widening. "Fancy lending a hand, big guy?"

Luke hesitated. Refusal risked offense, yet accepting delayed his workout—his sole contentment. Yet a flicker of intrigue ignited at Sara's attention...against prudence, Luke heard himself reply.

"I suppose I could take a look."