The heat hit me like a brick, the cold tang of sweat beads slowly running down my forehead - I panted as I took my water bottle from the ground, taking a sip before jogging towards my best friend, McKayla. "How much more, oh my God, I'm going to actually passed out!", she exclaimed almost knocking herself over, I laughed at her as she jokingly punched my arm.
"Ugh I know, honestly, I don't know why coach is making us run a whole marathon."
"One more girls! Then we can start practise"
Start? Are you kidding, I thought to myself whilst groaning, though, I couldn't even do that without using up all my breath. So you have an idea of how much I was running, imagine a track, then imagine a 5'5 brunette, with her slicked back ponytail rubbing tightly against her head, and then imagine that brunette running 3 whole times around that track before netball practise even 'starts?' I jogged the last few metres as I collapsed onto the comforting soft grass, my legs were killing me, it was literal and actual torture.
"Thank fuck." I murmured, but I was interrupted by coach screaming at us to get in positions. I swear if I wasn't the captain I would walk straight out of this shithole. I managed to haul myself up for about 2 seconds before wanting to collapse again, but I somehow got myself to the centre putting my patch on and picking up the familiar Gilbert netball. I was swirling the ball around in my hand as I usually did, slowly regaining my breathe as I did so; staring at coach as she was showing Paige how to quickly get away from Taylor. I rolled my eyes, averting them to McKayla who was next them, mocking coach as she swung her arms and legs dramatically, I snorted trying to contain my laughter but true to myself I failed falling onto the floor trying to stop my laughter. Oops.
Soon after we played a few matches, starring me and McKayla swiftly passing to each other like magic. See there's something about me and her, we've been playing together since we were 9 years old, and we just seem to know what each other are doing, like the particles in the ocean, all in time with each other - that was me and McKayla. We just got eachother.
We finished practise like normal, and yet again I see a certain Mason Taerman make his was to Kaylee. "Hey Kay?" I nudge her, and she looks towards me and I signal my head towards him, her eyes light up like stars as she runs over to him like a lost puppy. I roll my eyes.
"Hey baby," he says kissing her on the head, wrapping his hands around her waist, "how was practise?"
"Good." she giggles. I signal throwing up to McKayla and she snickers, joining me next to the water fountain.
"Leave them be, J" Alright miss bossy pants.
"How am I supposed to when they do this every single practise. It's literally de-moralising. They've been all over each other ever since, well, you know. Anyways, it's Mason, you what he's like and I don't want him to ruin our Kay, especially not before finals."
"They deserve each other, you know what Kay's been through, PLUS, they are literal childhood sweethearts isn't that honestly adorable??!" she argues. Bullshit. I shrug my shoulders, before almost smacking the life out of the ice button on the machine.
As I'm walking away with McKayla, I hear this agitating, screeching noise coming from.. Someone's mouth?? "Oi Norman, I didn't think you were one to disapprove of our beloved Mason!" I want to punch him. Why? Why? Oh my God why??
"What do you actually want, Dominic?" I half yelled.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know basketball season is starting soon, I'm obviously making captain-" I snickered , he raised his eyebrows, "well, I was just going to make sure you were cheering me on, but, Norman, if you think you can do better, I'll be seeing you at tryouts next Monday.' he laughed. "See you around, darling." then he proceeded to walk off like some privileged bastard.
"Darling?" McKayla snorts, I shove her whilst she rolls on to the floor trying to regain her breathe. Bitch.
"Shut up, honestly, that boy needs to be humbled. Watch me thrash him at tryouts. He's going to wish he never came to this fucking school." I remark.
"Ok ok, just focus on netball for now, we've got finals in 5 days!" I hummed in response.
We FINALLY made it back to our dorm, after about 20 million loops round campus to go 'check on' Nicholas and his dumb broken finger. It's not even broken, like, what? All it is is same old Nicholas Rudy because fucking dramatic. But noooo, my poor blind best friend simply cannot see that, to her, everything that stupid boy does it perfect.
I crashed onto my bed, it moulding around me comforting every sore muscle in my body. "You going shower, M?" I shouted, my mouth still connected to my soft mattress.
"No, go ahead." she shouted back. Oh for the love of good God. I was honestly hoping she'd say she would because then I wouldn't of had to get up. I groaned into my mattress, keeping my eyes shut and I dramatically got myself up, picking up my clothes and dragging myself to the bathroom.
The cold water felt good on my skin, I let myself relax and get used to the cold and I started to hum to the songs playing in the shower. But we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied, yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time, yeah we were dancing.. I started to sing in the shower. How I loved Taylor Swift..
I finally got out of the shower, brushing through my wet hair wrapping a towel around it. "Hey, where's the hair dryer its not in the bathroom?"
"Oh I must've moved it sorry, I'll get it."
I sat down on the sofa, unpausing what McKayla was watching, Riverdale. Oh how I loved it. And how I was ever so jealous of Betty and Jughead.. They were adorable, until the stupid writers decided to skip 7 years off in season 4. Like WHAT?
I was expecting McKayla to be back in a few seconds. But when she wasn't I paused the series shouted her name. No response - I went in her bedroom, the bathroom, my bedroom, even the extra closet.. Nothing. What the what was going on. I picked up my phone, texting her..
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God this girl has a serious problem with leaving me on damn delivered. I decided to leave it, hoping she'd just reply later, but that didn't stop me from being concerned. I slumped down back on the sofa and figured I'd just look for the hairdryer again. Low and behold, it was in the draw. So what was McKayla looking for?
I dried my hair, and when I was done I expected her to be back.. No.Where is that girl..
I waited and waited, but eventually I began to feel sleepy. Then I was woken up by a snapchat notification. A snap, from McKayla? What?? She never snaps anyone, seriously her snap score is 2,334.. I reluctantly open it; a dorm, with her sleeping..
Who's dorm is that? But then I see something, a reflection through the bathroom mirror.. Who is that?.. Then I realise, that stupidly dark, unforgettable hair. Nicholas fucking Rudy.
