part 3

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___3 weeks later___

Today I woke up and another day was about to start. I don't know why, but Catherine canceled todays training and I just knew that this day was going to be a boring one...The only thing that worried me was the fact that Catherine didn't show up in yesterdays training either. As for my teammates... They had kept on acting weird around me and I had no idea why.

I have to admit that the previous days the relationship between me and Catherine was surprisingly improving. We would both stay after the training and chat a little before she would drive me to my house. Spending a little more time with her every day, just us, made me feel things, I didn't even know I could feel. The way she was talking, the way she was looking at me, they way she was smiling...Everything just seemed perfect about her, and I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her.

I had to get ready for school so I got up from bed, showered, ate, dressed and left home. Just like a normal day...little did I know...

___6 hours later___

School was finally over...And I was on my way back home. As I was walking for what seemed like twenty minutes at least, I noticed a little puppy walking on it's own on the road. I couldn't leave it alone there. I tried to approach it but it kind of seemed scared of me so I tried again and again until I somehow gained its trust and it stopped moving away from me. That's when I saw that it was wearing a collar around its neck. It was a boy and his name was Max (what an unusual name for a dog...). On the collar I could see a phone number and also an address. I checked the address and I realized it was really close to where I was at that time, so I decided to just return him back to its home, instead of just calling its owner. And that's what I did.

I picked up Max and I started my way to his home. He was such a cute dog and I couldn't help but pet him all the time.

After what seemed like 5 minutes I was finally just outside Max's home and he seemed quite excited. I took a deep breath and I knocked on the door. When the owner of the house opened, I was breathless. It was Catherine. What are the odds that these woman would be in front of me...again?

She was the first one to say something: "Victoria? What are you doing here?"

"Oh miss-, I-I didn't know this was where you lived...I think I found your dog"

"Oh my God Victoria!! You have no idea how long I have been searching for him. Where did you find him?"

"Ye-ah, I imagine. Uhh, he was just down the street when I found him and when I got close to him, I saw the collar. I thought bringing him here was the right thing to do."

"Oh thank God someone found him. Thank you so much! I have been searching for him for the past three days. That's why I didn't show up in yesterdays training and why I canceled it today. Uhh, Come on in. Don't wait outside it's cold."

"Uhh alright. Thank you."

The fact that I somehow got to help this woman and that I made her so happy, made me feel so proud of myself. I don't know how to explain it but the only thing that I seemed to care about these last days was just making her happy. Even if that meant that I had to train extra hard to meet her expectations as my coach, or even this. The simplest act like this made her so happy and just by seeing her that way I felt complete.

She snapped me out of my thoughts when she asked me: "Do you maybe want to drink something? Have you had lunch yet? You can eat here if you want to."

"To be honest, no I haven't eaten yet but you know, you don't have to. I should probably get going already...I think I stayed for too long. I don't want to be a burden. After all I just came here to give you your dog back."

"No Victoria, I insist. And don't you ever say again that you are a burden. After all I can't even describe how grateful I am of you for what you did today. Letting you eat with me is the least I can do."

____one and a half hour later____

We were eating and chatting and I didn't even realize how fast the time had went by. It was now 3:50 meaning it was already one and half an hour later. Now I really had to go. I had to study after all. But honestly, I didn't want to leave...

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