Secret Lovers

Chapter One - Bella

Bella's point of view.

Bella -

"Bella, wake up." My dad yawned, "You have to get your license today. Plus there are waffles downstairs."

I pushed my comforter off of my toned legs, "I can't eat waffles, dad. I have practice today."

"Well you need to eat something-"

"It'll effect my weight. Now get out. I have to get ready."

I walked out of my room in his lame plaid pants and black t-shirt.I sighed, before walking to my closet and grabbing a pair of spandex leggings that were shorter so they reached to about mid calve. I put on a white tshirt and a zip up sweatshirt that read 'The Rock' on it.

'The Rock' is the gym I attend and have been attending since I was just in preschool. I started out as a tumbler and now i"m training for one of the biggest competitions of my life. The Olympics.

My coach made it clear that having a love life was way out of the picture until I graduated from this sport. My dad was also very strict...about boys atleast.

I tied on some trainer shoes and grabbed my gym bag. On my way down the hallway I stopped in the bathroom and put my hair in to a ponytail. I brushed my teeth and put on some deoterant. Ready.

"Dad! Let's go!"

"Bella," My dad's girlfriend, Maya, said, "You need to eat something atleast. We have oranges and apples."

I rolled my eyes, "I'll have some water at the gym."

"Ready?" My dad asked walking into the room. He noticed Maya looking at me and me glaring back at her. "Alright then. Let's go. I'll be back soon Maya." He said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

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"Bella. You're late." Coach Karter said as I walked into the room.

"I know. I'm sorry. I was getting my license-"

"Not important. You have a meet on Saturday and you're barely ready. Now go. Do your stretching and then start on the beam."

I walked over to the stretching mats and plopped down next to Mayree.

"Where's Kylinn and Lexia at?" I asked, looking around.

"Haven't showed up yet." Mayree said, leaning forward to put her leotard covered stomach on her thighs and reaching her hands to her feet.

I repeated her actions and we held it for fourty seconds.

"Coach is gonna blow on them." I started to do some arm stretches before standing up. I'm really nervous about my vault for this Saturday."

"You'll do fine. It's not your best position on the floor but we're not all good at everything."

"Whatever. I gotta go do my beam work." I gave a little wave before walking off.

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After five and a half hours of hard work I was ready to go. I grabbed my bag and put my jacket on then walked to the front door. I met my dad in the entrance.

"Hey, I'm done."

"I figured. I need to talk to your coach. You might as well come with though."

I sighed, "Fine." I followed him into the office where my coach was sitting at his computer. His short brown hair a bit messy, greasy maybe?

"Doug," My coach greeted, standing up to give my dad a handshake.

"Hello Karter. We need to talk." My dad drifted off.

"About what?"

"Bella."

"Me?" I questioned, not really wanting to be pulled into the conversation.

"Maya and I have found a house that's alot closer to another gym-"

"No dad! I'm not moving gyms. Mayree is here! My whole life is here."

"You don't really have a choice Bella. We've already bought it." He stopped and turned to my coach, "But we'll need her papers if she's going to continue."

"Of course." Sighed my coach.

"Screw you." I muttered, walking out of his office, outside and back to my house. As soon as I got there I pulled my phone out.

To: Mayree

I'm moving...houses and gyms. Fuck this Maya chick..I need her outta my life.

I threw my phone down out of anger and ran to the bathroom. I took a long shower to clear my mind. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't in gymnastics so that I could have a boyfriend. Someone else to talk to besides my four friends and dad. God knows I don't say anything to Maya..besides some rude remarks a couple times a day. I eight-fucking-teen and I haven't even had a boyfriend before.

I walked to my room wrapped in a bright purple towel. I put on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. I grabbed my phone from the ground and checked my texts.

From Mayree

I gotta get outta my place. Wanna chill?

To Mayree

Yes please. Wanna meet at Fro-Yo in ten? I haven't eaten all day.

From Mayree

Sounds like a plan stan.

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Ten minutes later I was climbing out of my dads car and walking into the Frozen Yogurt shop. Mayree was already sitting on one of the red couches.

"My legs are so sore. Karter made me climb the rope fourty times because I messed up my bars." Mayree said as we walked to the self serve station.

"He can be so brutle." We grabbed cardboard bowls and filled them up with yogurt and various toppings.

"Why are you moving?"

"No clue. Probably because Maya wants to torture me to death."

"Maybe there'll be cute boys at your new gym." Mayree joked.

"I doubt it." I laughed, "I don't have time for boys anyways. With gymnastics during the week and soccer on sundays."

"You are one busy chica."

We finished our yogurt while talking aimlessly about anything and everything.

"See you tomorrow Bella!" Mayree yelled from her car. I smiled at her before getting into my dad's car.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" He shot back.

"Us moving..what's that all about? Why so sudden? We've never even talked about it."

"Maya-"

That's all it took for me to stop listening. Ever since she's entered our lifes everything has changed. Too much to tell.