Finally. A place Biff knew well. He'd been coming here every day for the past five years, from 8th grade straight through Varsity. The weight room was like his home away from home, and he was ready to pump some iron. Who cares that he had to have his hair up in a high ponytail, or that his tank top had a band of elastic running right under his chest? Once he was on that bench - nothing else mattered. Just sheer power.
Except he was going to have to wait a while. The place was packed!
Everything was. The benches, the free weights, the machines, everything. It was like everyone decided to go to the gym all at once. He looked to his left, then his right and sighed, as he walked over defeated toward the treadmills. Everyone knew that treadmills were for the girls -- the likes of which you could spot a mile away from their bright, tight, colorful outfits, the kind of girls whose idea of keeping fit was a twenty-minute run, and a thirty minute gossip session. And now he was next to them. No one gave him a second glance though - maybe the neon green top he had on helped him blend in more than he thought?
After about twenty minutes, nothing had opened up. He hadn't even broken a sweat, but he was done. As his cool down came to a close, he recognized Tiffany Sanders and Melissa Smith, two cheerleaders walking over to him from a couple machines down.
"Hey Biff, cute top."
"Yeah, you look hot -- ready for the big game next week?"
"Hell yeah I'm ready for the big game - South's never going to know what hit 'em!"
Melissa's eyes lit up. "That's the spirit! We were a little worried about you, you looked kinda dumpy when you walked in. Let us know if you need any help with the routine, we're going to need 110% from everyone on our team!"
Things were finally back to normal! Girls checking him out, a chance to talk about the big game -- this was great.
Biff wasn't going to lift today, he was just so invigorated from that run and his conversation with the girls. As he was walking out, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. A stud like always -- the clothes were tighter and smaller, but those girls were right, a little more skin made him look a whole lot more sexy.
But, was his chest looking a little puffy? He'd have to work it extra hard next time.
