August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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I slump down on a kitchen chair in our apartment. My legs are dead. Track practice on Saturday morning is never in weekend mode. It wasn't when I joined the athletics club in my freshman year and it isn't now.
About a year ago I signed up for daily sweaty sessions and weekly sore muscles. Even though I've been doing track and field since I was 9, I never got used to the soreness. Luckily I figured out over the years how to speed up the process so that I feel less like a wooden plank ripping my muscles apart every time I move.
Even though the stiffness is and never will be very pleasant, that was never the reason why I was reluctant about joining the athletics club at first. The fear of not being able to combine schoolwork, a job, and a hobby made me doubt myself since I spend a lot of time studying to be able to keep my grades up. Often times I've wished to be more like Brooke because whereas I have to relearn every bit of information at least three times, she can cram a whole semester's worth of information in her head in just a few days.
I'm truly jealous of her brain.
However, even though I was scared I wouldn't be able to find time for everything in my planning, it was the first thing I scratched off my to-do list when I arrived on campus. And so far, I don't regret making the decision.
I must admit that juggling school, athletics club, work, and having a social life is kind of eating away at my hours of sleep but coffee is always a helpful friend. I used to hate coffee but then Lucie ushered me to try it out since my habits of drinking energy drinks were slowly spinning out of control during exam season. I was hesitant at first but then Lucie gawked at me with her big blue puppy eyes filled with excitement for getting the opportunity to open a whole new world for me. It's hard to say no when a five-foot-two ray of sunshine is staring at you expectantly. So she hooked me up to flavored latte macchiatos. And now, every Saturday I spoil myself after practice with a Starbucks caramel macchiato.
I sip on the cup, close my eyes, and let my tastebuds get overwhelmed by the subtle sweet taste of caramel. When my phone starts buzzing in the middle of my quiet moment, I groan.
Why can't people just text these days? It's easy and so non-confrontational. It doesn't give you stress because you can prepare your answer and when you don't feel like answering right away, you can get away with not responding because 'whoops, didn't see the notification'. Or 'whoops, my phone died so I wasn't able to answer'. Even in case of an emergency, spam me with texts to communicate it's important instead of calling.
I hate calling. My mom does too and that's why the alarm bells go off inside my head when I see her name on the screen.
No. No alarm bells. I have to learn to stop thinking like that. I have to be positive. I have to believe in the good instead of preparing myself for the bad because the past has learned me that protecting myself from certain possible outcomes isn't always the best choice.
