Evangeline
I try to ignore the feeling of uneasiness stirring in my stomach at Jessica's words. She gives off a really weird vibe.
I haven't run into Daniel since the last time I saw him, so that was a pleasant surprise, I guess. I still have yet to properly thank him.
There are about 10 other students here. According to Max, the track team isn't the most well-known club in school. Only a few people are selected each year based on their skill or potential.
Despite the lack of popularity, the members are a tight-knit group and perform outstandingly in competitions, hence bringing back countless awards and trophies compared to other sports clubs like the soccer team.
Two boys and a girl come up to me. The girl waves enthusiastically, brushing her curly black hair away from her face. They seem vaguely familiar. "Hi, Evangeline. Are you here for tryouts too?"
I try to place his name as I reply with a small smile. "Yeah, I am. You're, uh, Oliver, right?"
He grins. "Yep." He pops the 'p'.
The mocha skinned girl pipes up. "In case you forgot, I'm Carrie and that's Landon, my boyfriend. " as if to emphasise, she holds up their linked hands. "We saw each other today, remember?"
I nod. Ah, yes. The cheery girl form the cafeteria.
Landon offers me a small smile. "You know, its not often a girl comes to tryout for track." I cock my head, turning to Carrie. "You're not joining?"
She lets out a tinkling laugh and shakes her head. "Oh, no. I'm in the photography club already. I'm just here to offer emotional support to my boo-boo." She leans over to peck him on the lips.
Oliver chuckles. "Cut the PDA, you two."
At that moment, I hear a whistle blow. Carrie squeals. "Oooh, its time! Good luck, you guys! I'll be rooting for you!"
With that, she shoves all of us onto the field where the others are gathering and scurries off to the stands.
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Landon was right. There is only one other girl trying out for the team, out of 12 other people. (Including me.)
"Okay, kids." Jessica places her hands on her hips, drawing the boys' attention to her exaggerated curves. Jeez. Teen boys and their hormones.
"We're gonna do a warm up and some drills, then Daniel and I will take your timings for a 100 metre sprint plus 1.6 kilometres."
Someone in the front cheers. "Let's do this shit!"
