"Come on ladies, I know you can get those legs up higher. Where's your energy?"
"You kill us for an hour and you want to know where our energy is?"I grumbled, happily dropping to the floor to stretch.
I could see Zac casually walking past the window, pretending he wasn't watching us.
I would never understand why he insisted on seeing me this way. It was easily my worst, sweating heavily, face red, bouncing up and down with a bunch of fat women at my Jazzercise class.
We'd met about two years before when I'd managed to knock over an entire display of Diet Pepsi at a convenience store. Zac had stopped to help me attempt to pick some of them up, and introduced himself. Dork that I am, I never even realized who he was until I got home and starting thinking about it.
Back to Jazzercise. Ever since my car had died on me a few months earlier, Zac had been dropping me off and picking me p. Then he discovered that he could peek through the window if he came a little early.
I rolled my eyes at him as I walked out."Anna knows you're there and she hates you, you know,"I told him, referring to our way too perky instructor.
Zac shrugged."I don't care."
"Well, I do."
"So?"he looked at me helplessly."What do you want me to do?"
"Why don't you just come with me?"I suggested.
"Huh?"
"Come to Jazzercise with me."
"I thought that was only for girls."
"Sometimes guys come."
"Cool."And that was it. I didn't realize that it meant he really intended on coming.
I should have known he was just going to cause trouble when I saw what he was wearing. Neon green spandex shorts. Who knows were he even got them. Paired with the neon pink shirt I think was his mom's, he was quite a sight, to say the least.
Then when we got there, he insisted on standing in the very front row. I flat out refused to stand anywhere near him and took my usual spot near the back. Of course this was the day Anna pulled out all the brand-new super confusing routines. And Zac, well, he has no co-ordination what-so-ever.
It gets worse.
So there he is, flailing around like a maniac, so off that he's throwing everyone else off, and Anna says she has to use the bathroom and would anyone like to lead for a minute.
Zac volunteers.
I don't even know what possesses her to let him get on that stage, but she does. Maybe she thought it would be a good laugh. It is, well, sorta.
He jumps up on the stage and starts jumping around doing absolutely nothing recognizable. By this time nobody's really doing much of anything anymore, just jogging in place, laughing at him.
Zac then proceeds to trip and fall off the stage.
The paramedics tell us that his leg is most likely broken, and at the emergency room they inform us that it's fractured in three places.
I really think Zac has some serious mental problems.
"I guess I can't come to Jazzercise again for a while,"he says, looking sad.
I laughed. Oh, yeah. Serious mental problems.
I guess that's why I love him.