Chapter 3 Developing feelings

Blowing out a breath, Elsa decided to stare out of the window rather than talk to the insufferable guy beside her.

Just because the whole school thought he was a god, didn't mean that she had to think it.

He put on the radio and started nodding his head to some kind of heavy metal music, which only made her head hurt.

Thirty minutes later they were pulling up into his driveway, which was a large one, similar to hers. They lived three streets from each other, not far to walk.

She could have dropped her car off at home, and then walked.

Oh well, they were here now.

"Come on."

She followed him into his home, hiking her bag onto her shoulder.

"Both of your parents work?" she queried

"Yep. My dad is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a model."

"You're playing ball?" she looked confused

"My dad is cool. He wants me to pursue my own dreams, and no, he's not the kind of guy that grabs a pen, and starts marking where he wants to cut."

"I'll keep that in mind." she nodded

"Let's go on up."

Elsa didn't exactly have a choice. She followed him up to his room, and even his space had equipment inside to work out. Didn't this guy know how to do anything else?

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"You want me to do what?" Elsa asked.

Noah placed her bag in the corner and turned toward her.

"I want you take your shirt off so I can get some proper measurements."

He grabbed the scales, his notebook, and his tape measure designed for the body, and waited.

"You're crazy. I'm not doing that." she fired, feeling uncomfortable

"We need to start a record, or a diary," he said. This was the usual process for anyone about to lose weight.

"How about we go by just looks, or dress size? I tell you when something is loose?"

He shook his head. "That's not how this works."

"I don't care. I'm not getting on them, and I'm not letting you use some tape on me either."

She folded her arms, and Noah saw the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Look, this is going to be between us. I won't tell anyone at school. It'll be personal to us, to keep track."

Elsa nibbled her lip. "I'm not sure about this."

"You've got to start somewhere, and I'm not going to be able to use this as an example for college if I don't show the proper procedures."

"Writing it down?"

"Writing it down, keeping a record, and making sure it's all done properly."

She sighed. "You promise this won't go anywhere else?"

"It won't go anywhere."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now, are you going to allow me to do this?"

She nodded. "Close your eyes."

"I've got to be able to see. Are you wearing a sports bra?"

"Yes."

"Then we're fine. Sports bras are as unflattering as they come."

"I hate this. I hate this. I hate this." She kept on repeating those words as she lifted up her shirt.

Her stomach was rounded, and her tits were squashed into a dark black sports bra.

Noah had seen a lot of action in his life, even though he was only eighteen.

There were a lot of girls who liked to fool around with him, not to mention women he'd picked up at random places.

He was a guy. He liked to have sex, and not one of those women had ever gotten him this interested.

His cock started to swell, and he gritted his teeth, getting focused on the now.

Thinking of his grandma, he stepped toward Elsa.

"Lift your arms out."

She did as he asked, and her cheeks were the color of a real ripe strawberry.

"Everything is okay," he said.

"Speak for yourself. You're not half naked."

He tutted. "Will this make you feel better?"

He tugged his own shirt off so that he was as naked as she was.

"Not really."

Noah chuckled. "I'm doing my best to make you feel comfortable."

"How can that happen when you've got that wicked thing in your hand? Also, I don't want to know what it says. Don't read it out, okay?"

"Fine. May I do this now, or do you have another list of instructions for me?"

She pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side. "Nope, we're good."

"Come on, stop being a big baby."

"I don't have to remove my pants, do I?"

"No." He wouldn't mind if she wanted to, and for most fitness instructors they might ask her to.

"Cool. I can handle that I guess."

Reaching around her, he pressed the tape against her skin, and she jumped. The backs of his fingers touched her as well. He noted how soft her skin was.

"What are you doing? You're touching me."

"Not intentional, baby. I've got to take your measurements."

"Don't call me baby."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it."

"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend. You don't like being touched, or being called baby. What exactly do you like?"

"Being left alone and not called baby."

"It's my nickname for you. You're being a big baby, and so that's what I'll call you ... baby."

She sighed, and he waited. "May I finish now that I've started?"

"I'm waiting."

"Pain in the fvcking arse." he cursed jokingly

"Shut it, jock." she retorted

"Nerd."

"Dumb arse."

"Spoilt brat."

"Shut up," she yelled

"I won."

"Ugh! Just do it already."

"Wow, baby, you really like to get down and dirty, don't you?"

She shot him a glare, but he silenced her with his words. "You're no fun, and I can say you're going to struggle through the whole of this."

"Fine, fine, fine. Do it."

He took the measurements for her waist and hips, making a note of them. Next he moved up to below her breasts, and she tensed.

"Be careful."

"I'm not fondling your tits," he said.

"You're crude."

"Hey, you're the one that went off halfcocked on losing weight. I'm helping you out here."

"So, I'm helping you as well."

"You're being a huge pain in my arse." He stared into her pretty brown eyes.

"I'm being nice here. Stop being a bitvh. I've heard you're supposed to actually be nice. We're both out of our comfort zone here, but you don't see me being a jerk. The least you can do is give me some damn credit!"

She took a step back, but he stopped her as he still held the tape around her.

"You're right. I'm being a bitvh, and I really shouldn't be. I'm so sorry."

"Now, can we get back to work?"

"One question first."

"What is it?" he asked, getting tired of all of her questions.

Maybe he should have stayed working out at the gym where Jessica made a scene. Right now, he was starting to think he'd have been left alone for a hell of a lot longer.

"Why are you not making a big deal about this? I'm fat, and I've been bullied at school, by your very friends."

He sighed, and couldn't resist the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, so he did it.

"My friends are arseholes at times, I get it. I've been an arsehole, and I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you, okay. All I can say is that you have my word that this will never get out."

She nodded, and proceeded to let him get the size around her breasts, and underneath them.

He did her thighs, and then around her arse.

After he was done with the measurements, he asked her to get on the scales, and he made a note of that as well.

"What are you going to call me for your paper or whatever it is they call is?"

"You're going to be exhibit A."

"Oh, I'm an A. That's good. I do well in school even though I'm not showing it right now."

Noah chuckled and handed her back her shirt.

When she pulled it back over her head, he was shocked by the fact he was gutted to see her cover up.

"So, we're onto the diet stage."

"Diet?"

"Yep, are you hoping to lose weight with a change of diet and exercise or just with exercise?"

"I don't know. If I change my eating habits my mom is going to know, and this is kind of a surprise for her."

Noah sighed. "Elsa, losing weight, it has to be about what you want, not what other people want."

"I get that. I do. I just want, I want my mom to be happy, and if she's happy, then I am."

"This isn't the right way to lose weight."

"Please, Noah. This is what makes me happy, making her happy."

He stared at her, seeing how much it really did mean to her.

This was going against all of his rules. Personally, if Elsa was happy with the way she was, then he didn't see a reason to change her.

Even now, some would say she needed to lose a couple of pounds, but from what he saw, she was fvcking hot.

If only she wore the right clothes for her shape, she'd have half of the guys panting for her.

She was a size sixteen, which wasn't all that big. Sure, compared to a size zero it was big, but she was cute, hot even.

Staring at her, Noah imagined her in one of those old vintage fifties styles dresses that Jessica had tried to wear a year ago.

Elsa would pull it off, whereas Jessica just looked gaunt.

Great, now he was starting to think like a pussy by imagining her in different clothes.

"Okay, so how about you make a diary of everything you eat. I'll assess, and then we can see where you can make changes without your mother knowing."

"Sure, I can do that. It's pretty easy."

"Good, great."

"When would you like to get started?" she asked.

"I work out at Bruce's gym four times a week. Do you think you could start making trips there after school?"

"Yeah, I can make some studying excuse to my parents. It shouldn't be too hard."

"Great. Monday, we'll make a start, and next Saturday, I want to see your diary of what you've eaten."

"Will do, boss."

Later that night, Noah was chatting with his friends on social media.

It was late, and he'd not seen them all day as he'd been catching up on his own workout, and then school work.

His parents still weren't back, but that wasn't anything strange. There were many times when he was home alone.

Searching for Elsa's name, he found her easily enough, with a few friends as well.

Over her page, he saw a couple of pictures of her with Kimberley.

The pair was inseparable at school. They were always having lunch together, sharing class.

He was about to send her a friend request, and decided against it.

No one needed to get suspicious, and he'd given her a promise, which he intended to keep.

Tbc!