⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏.
❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN
DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰.
Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame'...
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ODETTE | MOETTI
LESEDI WASN'T IN the dorm or the swimming stadium's changing room when I arrived to pre-class practice.
When my eyes had searched the bright space and come up empty, I knew she'd show up late. It was selfish of me that my first worry wasn't her whereabouts, only that I didn't have her presence to somewhat settle my fretting. That there wasn't an opportunity for me to talk to her in the changing rooms as we got ready.
I internally scolded myself later while I was sat ready, on a bleacher alone. The world didn't revolve around me. And the red digits on the clock ticking down till practice began reminded me of that: the world wouldn't stop when I wanted it too.
I fiddled with a curl that had escaped my cap as a frown prodded my lips. She'd sent me a text five minutes ago that she'd been caught up with some "arrangement" but it wouldn't take long.
I didn't even have the mental space to ponder on what it could be. I had the vague feeling of it being something to do with Neo considering their meeting yesterday. Whether that feeling was right or not was a whole other story.
Practice soon began and Lesedi still hadn't arrived. She made an appearance partway through warm up and, after being talked to by Marsh, she headed towards the changing rooms.
It may have been because I wasn't able to share what'd happened with someone or because of the worst-case scenarios that filled my head, but I couldn't get into the zone. I was too jittery. Even with water sloshing against my skin and my hands cutting through the pool, my thoughts didn't shut up.
I was sloppy, I knew it.
My breaths wouldn't settle. Just when I thought I had everything under control, another variation of my parents reaction played behind my eyes. Their punishments had never aligned with the crime so I always tried my best to not get into trouble. But this time it felt like everything was out of my control.
There was nothing I could do.
The scar on my calve burned with a phantom ache throughout the two hours. Almost like a reminder of consequences I'd survived in the past, and didn't help in the slightest.
I wasn't surprised when Coach pulled me aside between sets, with a concerned furrow to her brows. "Are you alright Odette? You're a bit off the ball this morning so I just wanted to check."
I rubbed at the back of my neck, ashamed by my terrible performance that'd been on display for the past hour. "Just a rough morning, I'm sorry Coach."
"Don't apologise, we all have bad days. Do you want to share what's responsible?"
She was too nice to me.
I shook my head before she'd even finished and tried pulling up a weak smile. "No, it's nowt, really. I'll try and get back at it."
