Golden Love ~Tom Daley~

Busted

It'd been about 2 days since I had admitted to Abby and David that I was avoiding home. That night I had met up with Tom and we went for a good run. He'd pretty much become my official Dinner buddy. I mean we would eat the other meals together but our training schedules were different. I'd just gotten done with my synchro practice and now I was about to work on my individual 10m dives.

"Alright guys training is done. You guys can go." Coach yelled.

"I'm gonna hang back and work on my individual, is that alright?" I asked my coach.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go run some paper work to the office and i'll be back in about 10 minutes to watch."

"Alright sounds good!" I smiled and made my way up the stairs to the 10m.

I got up to the platform and wiped my face with my shammie before knotting it and throwing it down to the ground. I stretched out a little bit and ran through the dive in my head and went through the motions like usual.

I went to the edge of the platform counted to 3 and dove down. I did my 3 1/2 somersault back tuck and landed swiftly into the water.

I swam to the edge and climbed out. I heard clapping. I was the only one in the pool. I looked around confused "Coach?" I asked. Then I heard a very familiar laugh. I looked to where it was coming from and none the less standing in the doorway of the mens locker room in his speedo was Mr. Tom Daley himself.

"Stalking me again Mr. Daley?" I flirted.

"Well you know I try. And you make it easy. You're always in the same 4 places. Pool, Gym, Balcony, Dining Hall."

"You're freaking me out." I laughed.

He walked over to me. "Nice dive. Although you need more rotation on your somersaults."

"Oh really? And how would you know?" I asked.

"Well, this dive won me the world championships."

"I'm in the presence of a champion. SWOON." I laughed pumping my fist.

"Got that right. Here follow me." he grabbed my hand and took me to a room off the pool with a platform and a foam pit.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"I'm going to show you how to get your rotation." he smiled.

"What are you my coach?"

"I'm just a friend helping another friend."

We went on him showing me what I should do to get the better rotation. I followed what he did and practiced a few times before we went back out to the pool to put it to the test. We climbed to the platform.

"Ready?" He asked me as we stood on the edge.

"Yupp." i smiled.

"Ready, 1. 2. 3." he counted and we took off. I spread my legs on the somersaults like he'd showed me and fell into the rest of the dive. It'd felt better. When I popped up out of the water I saw my coach standing there at the edge of the pool and let's just say he didn't have his 'pagent' face on.

"Hey coach." I tried to say cheery.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"Uhh he was just helping me with my dive. Did you see it? It felt a million times better."

"I saw it, and it was good. But why on earth would think it is okay to be practicing with another diver from a different team. Not only is it against the rules but you know that it doesn't look good if someone else were to walk in."