The Gymnast #2: Level 10 Boys

  The Gymnast #2: Level 10 Boys

  By: Mackenzie Young

  This is a work of fiction. All incidents and dialogue, and all characters are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 Mackenzie Young

  All rights reserved.

  For everyone who was here at the beginning.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Preface

  Chapter One - California

  Chapter Two - Gymnastics and Boys

  Chapter Three - Santa Monica Bound

  Chapter Four - The Finale

  Chapter Five - Home

  Chapter Six - Issac

  Chapter Seven - Issac at Day Six

  Chapter Eight - Or Matthew

  Chapter Nine - College Bound

  Chapter Ten - The Boy Has Skills

  Chapter Eleven - The Case for Matthew

  Chapter Twelve - Cody Christmas

  To Be Continued

  Afterword

  Preface

  Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my first book, The Gymnast. The response has been gratifying and I’m excited to finally share the next book in the series, The Gymnast #2: Level 10 Boys, which continues where book one left off. I recommend reading The Gymnast before reading book 2.

  As with the first book, this story contains graphic sexual content. It’s about horny teenagers exploring their sexuality. This type of subject matter is not for everybody. If you don’t want to read a book that has detailed sexual encounters, please stop now. It is not my intention to waste your time or cause you discomfort.

  For those who have read The Gymnast and need a quick refresher, here’s a brief summary of what happened.

  Spoiler Alert!

  Avery Turner has trained all her life to be a level 10 gymnast. But, thanks to an injury, she fell short of making the national team and is now facing the end of her gymnastics career with a final meet in Anaheim, California this summer. She is off to college in the fall and will have to say goodbye to her athletic life. Avery also had to deal with the fallout from a video of her and gymnast Cody having sex, which was sent around to several students. After breaking up with Cody, she focused on gymnastics and school and hasn’t had time for boys. But in this final summer before college, Avery finally let go and had some fun.

  Her friends and teammates, Sophia and Isabella, took her to a concert where she met the band backstage and made plans to hang out with the hot bass guitarist, Ethan, when she goes to California. Avery attended Jayden’s party where everyone but her hooked up; she went home feeling frustrated and more than a little horny.

  To her surprise, Cody found his way back into her life. Reluctantly, she’s listened to his explanation of how that video of them got out. She knew that he was going to a different college in the fall and she would not be seeing him as much, so she forgave him. Hormones took over, and she had sex with him.

  After Cody left Austin, Avery was alone again and decided to visit the Perk coffee shop where Sophia and Isabella liked to hang out. She wanted to see if Matthew was working—the hot barista she saw the other day. Matthew was there and Avery casually mentioned that Jayden was having another party and wondered if he would be going. They agree to go to the party together and ended up hiking along the river where they kissed among the fireflies. Avery slept soundly and didn’t think about Cody at all.

  The next day they went to Jayden’s wild house party. Everyone, it seemed, was having sex and after watching Sophia and Jayden, Avery couldn’t hold out any longer. She had sex with Matthew while everyone watched, something she’d never even considered doing before. Slightly embarrassed, Matthew made a quick escape, but Avery wanted more. Jayden was more than happy to finish the job, and Avery came hard and fast. As this was happening, Issac and Isabella entered the room and were shocked to see Jayden and Sophia with Avery, naked. But she wasn’t done, she couldn’t get enough, so Issac went to her and gave her several intense orgasms. This was so out of character for her, so unbelievable that she hardly knew what to think.

  She went to her prom and had one final encounter with Cody before seeing him off.

  Avery and Matthew continued to get to know each other and he broke the news that he was going to Europe for the rest of the summer. Soon, Avery was off to California for the final gymnastics meet of her career.

  CHAPTER ONE

  California

  WHAT WAS THAT woman doing?

  Her bare feet protruded into the aisle, and her seat was fully reclined even as the business man behind was trying to work on his laptop. The food cart had just passed, a fresh orange juice sat on her tray, untouched. She glanced to her left; a mother in the middle seat and her five-year-old who, thankfully, was content to stare out the window at the passing clouds, when he wasn’t absorbed in some game on his tablet.

  Avery Turner was less than an hour away from landing at LAX for a few days of sightseeing, selfies and what would be her final gymnastics meet. She was tired but couldn’t sleep on the plane; too many distractions, the noise of the engines, other people talking and those fucking feet.

  Who takes their socks off on an airplane?

  She reached for her orange juice.

  Her mom and dad, Laura and David, were several rows back. Sophia and Isabella were on a later flight. The plane’s Wi-Fi was garbage, plus her phone battery was almost dead, so Avery’s mind kept rehashing everything that had happened so far this summer.

  Jayden’s parties were still fresh in her mind.

  Did I really fuck three guys in one night?

  Yes, it really happened.

  Matthew, the coffee shop boy, Jayden the party guy and Issac—oh my god Issac—who finished her off that night. She already missed Matthew; she actually felt physically unwell knowing that they’d be on opposite sides of the world. Which was so weird, she didn’t even know he existed two months ago and now she missed him? How did that work? After Matthew’s Europe adventure, Avery held out hope they would hook up again.

  But would he want to see her?

  Would it be different?

  Then there was Cody.

  Avery didn’t think she’d ever forgive him for the leak of that video of them having sex. She also never thought she’d sleep with him ever again, but both had happened. Was it a lack of discipline that led her into his arms again? Weakness? Or just horniness? Avery did feel something that was unfamiliar, at least where Cody was concerned; closure. Going to prom with him, forgiving him, and having sex one last time felt right, a simple bow to tie it all together.

  She finished her orange juice and set the clear plastic cup on the tray and placed the napkin inside.

  Two rows up, the woman’s feet were gone, thank god.

  Next time, she would request a window seat—the aisle was too exposed to other people. Avery unlocked her phone and found Ethan’s contact page; with the funny selfie he took. She’d been listening to all the Overhang Trappers songs the past few days and wondered if she should even bother texting him while she was in L.A. It didn’t seem awkward the night they went backstage and hung out with them, but several weeks later it felt a little stalker-ish—after all, she didn’t know him. She went to her photos and swiped through the recent pics. There were the Matthew photos, the Sophia and Isabella making duck faces and giving the finger and sticking their tongues out photos. Jayden shirtless, and one of Issac, with his shaggy hair and long arms and legs. Avery lingered on the photo for a moment and felt that familiar lust rise up; what would some time alone with him be like? They’d only done it for a few minutes, with an audienc
e. What would a whole night having Issac all to herself be like?

  DING DING

  The fasten seatbelt light came on.

  Avery felt the subtle feeling of the airplane’s descent begin; her head rested on the seat.

  Los Angeles was down there somewhere, under the clouds, between the mountains and the ocean waiting for her arrival.

  Standing at the baggage claim area, Avery did her best to tune her mother out. She was rattling on about all the things they needed to do before the meet. None of it mattered, all of it was annoying.

  The schedule was simple: Hang out with Sophia and Isabella tonight—without parents—then go to bed early for the big practice day tomorrow. The following three days was the actual competition, but Avery doubted she would make it past the first day so maybe she’d have time to Uber her way over to hang with Ethan. The best news of the day was that her mom and dad actually booked a separate hotel room for her, Sophia and Isabella.

  “Did you hear me?”

  Avery blinked at her mother. “What?”

  “You need to be at the gym by 8 a.m. tomorrow morning. You can’t be up late.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “There it is!” David shouted as he leapt toward the baggage carousel to retrieve his bag.

  Avery and Laura already had theirs, so they were soon on their way to the hotel. As they raced through the streets of L.A., Avery stared down at her phone to see what was happening. Turns out Matthew would be back before she had to leave for college. Jayden’s house would be off limits for the rest of the summer, thanks to a patch of dried puke his mom discovered on the white wool rug upstairs. “Must have missed that one,” he posted, with the shocked smiley. As they were making their way up the elevator her phone vibrated, “On our way, slut!” A text from Sophia; she and Isabella were about to take off.

  “Okay, here’s your key card.” David handed it to her. “Do you want to meet us for supper?”

  “Yeah, Sophia and Issy are just leaving, they should be here by five.”

  “We have the rest of the day; do you want to shop?” Laura asked.

  “Sure, but I have to sleep first.”

  “Right, we’ll we’re next door, so, come knock when you’re ready.”

  “Yup.”

  Avery went down the hall and scanned her card, opening her door. As it clanged shut behind her, she dropped her bag onto floor and flopped onto the bed. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then went to the bathroom. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she thought she looked haggard from the trip and the whole getting up early thing. She splashed her face with water and went back to the bed. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep and drift off into a deep afternoon nap.

  When Avery opened her eyes, it was nearly 3 p.m. She sat up and checked her phone. Nothing from her friends, but they were probably still in the air. She sat up and turned on the television. As it droned in the background, she found Ethan’s contact page and started a new message.

  “Hey, it’s Avery, the Austin gymnast from your show.”

  I sound like an idiot, she thought, but kept typing.

  “I’m in Anaheim for a few days, wanna hang out?”

  She read it over and deleted the “wanna hang out” and replaced it with “what’s up?”

  That’s better. More casual. No pressure.

  She hesitated over the send button.

  What am I scared of?

  At worst he’d tell her to fuck off. More likely, he’d say hi back and they’d never actually get together because he was busy, or his girlfriend was in town. Maybe he’d just ignore it, having long forgotten about her.

  She pressed Send.

  After watching a talk show for a few minutes, Avery was starting to get hungry, so she turned off the T.V. and knocked on her parent’s door.

  David answered. “Did you have a nap?”

  “Yup. I’m hungry.”

  He held the door open as she walked in.

  Laura was on the phone speaking with one of the other moms. David had a business channel on, but muted, with the stock ticker scrolling by on the lower third. Avery sat on the foot of the bed as her mom ended the call.

  “I can’t believe they’re not doing anything for the senior gymnasts,” Laura said.

  David clicked the button and shut off the T.V. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, there’s five girls who are retiring and they don’t seem to care. That Melanie Tate is a piece of work, snobby bitch. Only been here a year and already knows everything about everything.”

  “I don’t care, mom—don’t make a big deal.”

  Laura sighed. “Okay. Are we eating? Shopping?”

  Avery smiled. “Both!”

  It was a hot 85 as they walked along Rodeo Drive with its three rows of palm trees—in the center median, and along both sides. Avery nearly walked into one while texting Sophia, causing David and Laura to laugh at her near miss.

  “No sympathy here,” her father said. “You text and walk, you pay the price. That palm tree isn’t going to move!”

  Fortunately, the sidewalks were not too crowded, and it didn’t take them long to traverse the area. Although it was mostly window shopping, they did stop at a few stores. David was good about not appearing too impatient as Avery and Laura tried on a couple of things. Avery only bought one item due to the extremely high prices, a pair of small tight-fitting light-green shorts.

  “Are you sure those are the right size?” David said, as the exited the store. “They look too small.”

  Avery glared at him. “They’re the perfect size, Dad.”

  “Right, I didn’t mean…never talk sizing with your wife or daughter, got it.”

  “Is there anywhere else you want to go?” Laura asked.

  “No, I’m good,” Avery said. “I’m getting hungry.”

  “Okay, let’s go back to the hotel.”

  Before summoning the Uber car, Avery insisted on a selfie in front of the VIA Rodeo sign on the corner of Rodeo and Dayton Way. Avery snapped away and after David insisted, they get one of all three of them. She handed her phone to a very pleasant woman who offered to take their picture.

  “You look lovely!” the woman said, when she handed the phone back.

  Avery slipped it in her pocket. “Thanks.”

  “Where’re you from?”

  “Austin.”

  “Ah, here for a vacation?”

  “No, gymnastics meet.”

  “Oh! Good for you. Well, good luck.” The woman smiled and walked away into the crowd.

  They made their way along the cobblestone walkway, down the steps and past the fountain to Wilshire where the car was already waiting.

  Avery’s phone vibrated.

  “They’re at the hotel now,” Avery said, as she closed the back-passenger door.

  “Okay, tell them we’ll join them for supper.” Laura shut her door.

  David got in the back with Avery.

  “I did.” Avery swiped through her photos.

  “Are all their parents here?” David wondered.

  “No, just Sophia’s mom. Isabella’s couldn’t come.”

  “That’s too bad.” Laura adjusted her sunglasses.

  Avery stared at her. “You really need some new shades.”

  “What’s wrong with these?”

  “They’re so old. It’s embarrassing. At least dad has Ray-Bans.”

  “Since when did you become so snooty?”

  “Forget it.”

  “So, what should I get?”

  “Anything but those.”

  The driver—who hadn’t moved the car yet—stared awkwardly ahead. “Are we ready?”

  “Yes,” David said. “The Hilton Anaheim.”

  “You don’t have to tell him,” Avery scolded. “He knows where to go, I put the destination in.”

  “Boy, you are little miss know it all today.” David smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

  It didn’t work.

  Aver
y scowled. “Plus, we’re going to be late, it’s over an hour away.”

  The driver shoulder checked and pulled into traffic. “I’ll do my best to be quick, but it’s rush hour.”

  “Avery, you win the award for the grumpiest girl whose mom and dad just took her shopping on Rodeo Drive.” Laura turned around to face her. “Relax, kiddo, we’re supposed to be having fun.”

  Avery grinned, sarcastically.

  Although she was fine a few minutes ago, being in the car with them was already irritating her, after another hour of L.A. traffic, and she’d be ready to scream. She found her AirPods and crammed them into her ears as far as they would go and cranked up the most aggressive hip-hop she could find. Avery knew her mom was right, she should be more grateful, and not as moody, but she needed her space. The morning flight was long enough, followed by an afternoon with her mother and father and now off to supper with them—it was too much for too long. She opened her bag and looked at her new shorts; she couldn’t wait to show them to her friends, and even better, get the attention of a hot boy.

  Except for the usual summer construction and accident slowdowns, the 405 and 105 were not a problem, but things ground to a halt once they got on the I-5, Santa Ana south.

  Avery glanced out the window as Disneyland passed by to the right. By now, she had grown tired of her music, and was back to texting Sophia and Isabella, who were in the room already, waiting for her arrival.

  “Maybe we can go to Disneyland after,” Laura said.

  “Sure,” Avery said. “If we have time.”

  “It’d be fun,” David said. “Do you even remember when we took you?”

  Avery kept her eyes on her phone. “Not really.”

  “What was she, five?”

  Laura thought for a moment. “I think so.”

  Avery looked up. “I may go meet a friend on our last day.”

  “Oh, where’s she live?” Laura asked.

  “He…lives in Ventura.”

  Avery could feel the judgement. “His name is Ethan, he’s in a band.”