Chapter 2 - the incident

The next day, Kelly hopped downstairs and huffed as she looked in the refrigerator to find that her shake had been stolen once again. She grunted aloud and ripped the camera from its hiding place, trotting back upstairs to see if the culprit could be found. Plugging it in, she searched through hours of footage, until at last she saw the light flicker on in the kitchen at 3am.

Gus, the tallest and most muscular of the guys was strutting about half-asleep, dressed in only his boxer shorts. Kelly chuckled to herself as she watched Gus slip his hand down his boxers to scratch his ass, unaware that he was being filmed. She gawped at the impossibly defined shape of his muscular six-pack. Then, right there, she saw Gus peruse the contents of the refrigerator and rip off the note from Kelly's container of gainer shake, scrunching it in his hand and letting it fall to the floor. He lifted the container to his mouth and started chugging happily, wiping his mouth for a pause only once.

'Damn!' Kelly laughed, despite her annoyance; if only she could get those shakes down so easily!

She then watched as Gus burped loudly, before taking some buttered toast back to bed with him.

Of all the guys in the house, Kelly had already clocked Gus' massive appetite. He loved his beer with the other guys and when he strutted in from a night of trying to pick up girls, he had always brought some takeout home with him.

But, as tempting as it was to teach Gus a lesson, Kelly couldn't let him go on stealing her gainer shake. She had barely gained more than 5lbs herself since she moved in here, and she wasn't about to let Gus ruin her weight targets.

"Gus," Kelly announced, strutting in to his room when she saw the door was wide open. "Stop stealing my stuff!"

She looked around at the disorganised mess of empty clothes on the floor as well as the discarded plates and cups. This guy had clearly never had to tidy up after himself in his life before.

Gus glanced up at her, still looking a little sore-headed from a heavy night out. "What're you on about?" he asked with his hand over his forehead, barely listening.

"My milkshake," Kelly tried to explain. "I put a note on it and you still stole it last night!"

"So what?" Gus sighed. "No one else minds when I take some of their stuff," he huffed defiantly. He really was too hungover to be bothered with this.

"Well I do!" Kelly pressed on, trying to get her point across. "So quit it!"

Maybe Kelly was naïve, she realised, in thinking that Gus respected her enough to listen to a simple request; but the following day as well as the next, she woke up to find her shake had once again disappeared.

"Those shakes aren't meant for you!" Kelly moaned, confronting him about it once again. "They're a special recipe for me, and me only!"

"So what? They taste nice," Gus grunted in reply.

"Of course they taste nice!" Kelly spat. "They're made from full fat cream and butter mostly!" she blasted, regretting her words almost immediately.