Astrid
"Astrid! Hurry up! We are going to be late because of you."
It was my brother, Sondre who was screaming. Despite it being thirty minutes until we had to leave. But he had always been a drama queen.
I was already done packing, and put on my ferrari number 16 cap. It was something I had always had one me since I got it from dad a few years ago. The cap had been through a lot so it was really dirty but I didn't bear the thought of messing it up if I tried to wash it, that cap was my most prized possession.
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We were sat on the plane to New Orleans, Luisiana. Me, Sondre (My twin brother) and Viljar (Our older brother). Eléa was supposed to meet us there, because she had already spent a week there. Making herself more familiar with the surroundings then we were.
When I got up from my seat to go to the toilet, which was located at the back of the plane, I walked by a group of very loud and rowdy guys, or should I say two guys. Because despite the horrifically high sounds they were making it was only two guys.
When I saw them I imidently shut down my impulse to scream at them to shut the fuck up. They were both absolutely gorgeous.
They had chiselled cheekbones, a defined jawline and were built with a lot of muscle.
The guy with the window seat had blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was the definition of a golden retriever guy.
The other guy. The guy sitting in the alley seat had pitch black hair, emerald green eyes. He looked more like a husky type of guy.
It was like I was silenced by some kind of magic. I just stood there and stared at them until one of the guys made a laughing sound which forced me to look up at him again.
Damn it was something with those emerald green eyes and pitch black hair. Something with them felt very familiar and his presence made me feel safe, like I knew him. But I don't, or atleast I dont think I do.
"Ey, Ferrari girl! wacha staring at? See something you like?"
I just scoffed and made my way to the bathroom.
When I walked out I made sure to walk as fast as I could so that they didn't have a chance of stopping me or distracting me again.
"What took you so long?" Viljar asked as I sat down in my chair again.
"Oh, I know don't say anything, I know that face. It was boys, wasn't it?" Sondre asked
There were no reason to keep it to myself so I answered him truthfully
"Yes and annoying ones, very annoying ones. It was nothing I told him."
When the plane landed we went down to the baggage claim, and after finding our bags we went outside where we met Eléa who was going to give us a ride to Tulane. A ride in her new grey Lamborghini Estoque.
I wasn't really sure how or where she got the money from but her parents had always been rich.
"Hi bitch, I missed you," she screamed as we both ran into each other's arms.
"I missed you too girl."
"Watching the Zandvoort together tonight?"
"You know it! I have a knitting project I need to finish. Hoping to finish it then."
"I can feel that Charles will get pole today."
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I ran to the training. It was the first day of school. My very first day of university and I was already late and I looked like shit and was already sweaty, after running over the whole campus to our training grounds.
To my luck they had only begun warming up when I arrived. I made my way to the person I thought was the trainer.
"Hey, you're Astrid right?" she asked me. She was short and quite muscular. Not the type I was expecting to teach long - and triple jump, but she seemed nice.
and as if she read my thoughts she said "I'm not your teacher, I just have the running passes. You can just join the group warming up there." She pointed in the direction of a group of three boys. I turned to Eléa and made a pounting face that she returned with a sad look.
As I ran to the boys I realised who it was. It was the two boys from the aeroplane before. Fan! [Fuck!] I thought. They were the last people I wanted to see right now and in addition to that I looked like a wet cat.
"Hey! Ferrari girl! How was Charles crash yesterday?" he asked with that fucking annoying smirk plasterd on his face. It was the blonde boy with hazel eyes.
"Oh please! Shut it already will you? Jævla idiot [Fucking idiot]"
"See, you met my sister Storm!" It was my brother. I had been so focused on the blackhaired boy and that blonde that I hadn't even realised that Viljar was here and these boys were probably his best friend.
Although he was my brother, I didn't know that much about him since he had been here the whole of last year and Sondre and I had been stuck in a gymnasium.
"So what are we doing?" I asked, looking curiously at them. "Well we are supposed to run the whole 400m while caring each other in some way." The blonde said, smirking at me.
My brother saw his look and immediately claimed the blonde as his partner, to my dismay. Now I was stuck with the stuck up black haired asshole. Great!
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt my body leave the ground, without any warning. He had thrown me over his shoulder and was now running, a firm grip around my waist.
"How are you running this fast?" I asked, surprised at how he was carrying me as if I was nothing but a light feather.
"Don't underestimate the power of Italian willpower. If you can dream it! You can do it!" I laugh as I hear the last words.
"So you're a ferrari fan too then, I guess?" I asked. Getting more curious of this man.
"Watch it every weekend, how could I not? I'm Italian after all" He answered.
"Maybe we could watch it together sometime?" He asked while putting me down. A smile spread across his lips.
"I mean like a watch party with other people. We can surely get Victor to watch too. I'm sorry if he was bothering you earlier with the charles talk. He's just a bit mad since it isn't going great for the alpine at the moment. You know, the French and all that?" He said
"I'm sorry if this is a dumb question. But who the hell is Victor?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot we didn't introduce ourselves earlier. Victor is the blond guy. I'm Storm Alessandro Lorenzo Giordano, the best Pole vaulter there is. Nice to meet you!" He said as he held out his hand for me to shake. I took it as I laughed about his confidence, and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Astrid. I'm Viljar's sister and I do long and triple jump."
Now it was my turn running the 400m. He jumped up on my back, piggy back style, and I began running. We didn't talk for the whole lap because I was too focused on not dropping him and trying to keep my pace up. When we were done, I was panting like crazy and everybody stood waiting for us. Storm didn't hesitate a bit. He flung me over his shoulder again, only this time I wasn't secure, I was hanging upside down laughing so hard I thought he for sure was going to drop me.
He finally put me down and we were standing with all the other people. As the coach began speaking I made eye contact with both of my brothers and they both had a weird look of amusement on their faces. I mouths back a WHAT? With a confused look but they just laughed at me.
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The first training session was done and Eléa and I made our way to our dorm to go shower off all the sticky, sweaty horribleness. When I had changed I picked up my knitting and threw myself at my bed, putting on the Monza replay to calm me down from the stressful day.
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