•Raquel De silva•
As I stood at the starting line of the track, the cool morning breeze tousled my hair, and the scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air. The rhythmic thud of my heart matched the pulsating energy of the crowd gathered in the stands. With the sound of the starter's pistol echoing in my ears, I surged forward, each stride carrying me closer to the finish line and the unknown challenges that awaited beyond it.
I jumped over the first hurdle, i was already at third place, i jumped over the second hurdle and finally it was time for my last. I heard cheers and echos from the crowd, and i didnt hesitate to jump over the last one.
I finally crossed the finish line, and i heard cheers, i wasnt at first place i was third, my breathing was fast and Olivia jumped on me, hugging me tightly. This girl.
Olivia is my bestfriend we both joined track in 7th grade to further our scholarship chances and here we are in senior year.
She handed me my water bottle, i literally chunked the water down my throat, "you did great" she said. Well third place isn't first, so its really not that great but hearing it from her gave me some sense of accomplishment.
But sports weren't my thing anyway, it was Olivias'. she was a natural, i have to practice for hours to get this good, she was different. to be honest she made it look easy, I was never good at any sports or received awards from any, sports were her thing. I had always been an outcast from my peers, sport was just something extra, something to add to my stack of 'odds' or 'fails'.
The only awards i got was from Maths competition and regular boring school activities, i would appreciate it but anyone can get that.
"You could literally do it with your eyes closed" i remind her "Yeah, i know" she said flipping her hair and we both laughed. Olivia has a certain obsession over her hair, its annoying and disturbing
"Do i have to remind you rapunzel had her hair cut, cause im always willing to do that favour for you" i said and she stopped laughing. "Leave my hair out of this" she said. "Never" i said still teasing her. She chuckled, "im going to tell my mum about the sleepover" she said and with that she disappeared.
My mum couldn't show up to my track practice because an important meeting clashed with it, i wasnt even bothered she worked hard to put food on our table, the best i can do is to appreciate it and dont complain. She's a good parent after all.
After some while, i see Olivia running towards me "its a yes" and i smiled "and she has a very important event to attend so you know what that means" Olivia said smiling.
"Noo, no" i immediately frowned "thats right Chris is driving us home" she said. Most of the time, i would just follow a taxi or my mum would pick me but anytime Chris was taking olivia home she demanded me to follow her, 'demanded' They had a healthy relationship going on and i was very happy for her, whatever made my best friend happy made me as well.
He was quite the joke star and he was the football captain, so he fitted perfectly into Olivia's type, she was the perfect girl after all, and i never envied her for one time about it. But sometimes it honestly intimidating.
Me and Chris had our differences, we argue all the time, he's annoying, and just a stupid boy to me but to Olivia he's a Golden retriever. Even the good looking calm dogs have there bad side. While me and Chris argued all day, Olivia was the only person saving me from getting him into a hospital with a broken nose.
Its either i hated chris or was i just drowning in being single, Option one works better for me.
Me and Olivia watch the other students run and after some while track practice was finally over and we headed to the girls closet. i took a quick shower and so did olivia and i put on my jeans and crop top and left the shower room.
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Rage
RomanceStubborn, flirty, and utterly infuriating Salvatore Camara meets his match in fierce, angered, and breathtakingly beautiful Raquel De Silva. Their personalities clash at every turn, and neither can seem to decide if they want to fight each other or...