Thoughts of wrestling and athleticism invaded Vincent’s mind, prompting him to look up videos of wrestling. He had to admit it was pretty interesting — something about the strength, stamina, and timing involved made it so damn exciting to Vincent. Not only that, he even envied just how ripped these players were. Unable to remain seated for long, Vincent walked around his dorm impulsively, a surge of energy intensifying his agitation. Vincent figured exercising at the gym for a bit will help shake off those feelings. Besides, he was curious to learn more about wrestling. It didn't seem so bad now to Vincent, stepping out of his comfort zone to try something new. Something that can earn him back his scholarship, to add.
Vincent ran his way back to the fitness centre with surprising agility. Weird. He always remembered being slow and plodding since elementary school.
Finally, as Vincent reached the fitness centre, with newfound enthusiasm guiding him towards the weight room, he found Carter pulling dumbbell after dumbbell. It goes to show how dedicated he is, and it certainly pays off; sports director, professor of nutritional science, and a grade-A jock to boot. What more can this man be?
Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, coach Carter paused his workout session to see who was coming. The sweat on his tank top accentuated his massive chest. It was enough to make Vincent feel weak, but oddly enough, it only added to his motivation.
"Vincent?" He mumbled before straightening up. "Back so soon! Have you forgotten anything?"
"No, I…" Vincent answered whilst scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact to hide his excitement. "I thought about starting today. I didn't have anything sporty to wear, so I hope my casual clothes will do."
Vincent gestured to his clothes; a light hoodie and a pair of jeans.
Carter smiled. "Oh, dude, that's great!" He said as he approached him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. As his chiselled arm rubbed against him, Vincent briefly lost focus, transfixed by the coach’s scent of sweat & musk.
"Luckily for you, we have the fitness centre to ourselves, so we should have all the time we need for your initiation workout." He said, motioning to all the equipment and devices laid out in front of them. "That said, as far as clothes go, yours will do for now. But you'll need to bring some sportswear next time."
"You mean you'd help me?"
"Of course, bro. It's one of my jobs."
Vincent mentally added "Personal trainer" to Phelp’s extensive resumé.
Shortly after, Carter has Vincent doing dumbbell exercises. The coach passed him heavier weights as the training went by, explaining each step along the way. Surprisingly enough, Vincent managed to keep up. He had never felt so accomplished before, not since graduating high school.
Next, Carter had Vincent doing pull-up exercises — one of the essential exercises for wrestlers. The young nerd found his concentration divided between doing the workouts & admiring Carter’s beefy build; in fact, he wanted to be a jock like him, which was Carter’s plan.
The coach kept handing him a bottle of water at any given opportunity. He must've had five or so, but hey, he was the professor of nutritional science. And the transformative components of the mixture could hardly be noticed by anyone, let alone an exhausted Vincent.
At that point, the two decided to end the session, as they were sweating bullets.
"Yo, coach! I'm gonna go hit the showers." Vincent said, unaware of how out-of-character that sounded.
"Right behind you, bro."
Thereon, the two undressed in the locker room, but Vincent noticed something odd.