Christian
Christian continued taking deep breaths as he lifted the weights above his chest. Sweat was beaded all over him, but it was a regular occurence of late.
"Well look who's coming along nicely," came a familiar voice.
"Jackson," Christian greeted by raising his eyebrows, "Jesse out of jail yet?"
"We're working on it," Jackson insisted, sitting on a nearby stool as he watched.
"You know that's not good enough."
"He'll be out within two days."
Christian sat the weights on the frame and sat up.
"It's still not good enough. Rory should never had ratted on him in the first place."
"You know Rory's dead," Jackson rubbed his chin.
"Of course I know he's dead, I killed him," Christian said, grabbing a towel and attempting to dry himself off.
"It was a car crash," Jackson frowned.
Christian glanced at him.
"And how do you think he lost control?"
Jackson rolled his eyes and looked away. Christian watched him for a moment, before getting down on the floor and beginning a round of sit-ups.
"How many of those do you do?" Jackson asked.
"Same as everything else."
"How many?"
"About 500, unless I lose count."
"That's going to take forever."
"I have a lot of time on my hands until classes start."