To Renna Rose Lancaster, Aadam Callahan was her first taste of magic-the boy who made her world feel livelier, brighter, like anything was possible. Together they crafted a bond that felt unbreakable-a universe where dreams were shared under starlit...
"I like the idea that someone , somewhere is made for you,forever"
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The air around the track was thick with the smell of sweat and the echo of pounding feet. We'd been running what felt like an eternity, and my lungs were burning.
Coach's voice sliced through the air again, just as sharp and unforgiving as ever.
"Ten more laps, boys!" Coach barked, his voice cracking like a whip.
I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut. Beside me, I could hear someone mutter, "Coooaaach..." in that drawn-out, whiny tone that usually got us nowhere.
"If you whine, ten will become twenty!" he yelled back, like he was daring us to test him.
The thought of twenty more laps was enough to silence everyone immediately.
I sighed, biting back any retorts. It was typical Cameron's fault anyway. I glanced over at my best friend, the so-called captain of our basketball team, jogging ahead of me like this whole thing wasn't his doing.
Our fearless captain, ladies and gentlemen, flirting with the cheergirls when we should've been practicing.
I pushed through the last lap, wiping the sweat out of my eyes, cursing Cam under my breath.
"Hey, Cameron," I muttered as I caught up to him. "This is on you, you know that, right?"
Cameron grinned at me, not even the slightest bit remorseful. "Come on, man. A few laps never killed anybody."
"Tell that to my legs," I shot back, glaring at him. "Next time, could you not piss off Coach when we're already dying out here?"
"You wouldn't understand, bro. I'm juggling responsibilities," he said with that cocky grin, the one that could only come from him. "Captain of the team, keeper of morale, and... entertainer of the ladies."
I groaned, shaking my head, but couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "If by 'entertainer,' you mean 'professional idiot,' then yeah, you're doing great."
He only chuckled, unaffected by my sarcasm. Cameron had always been like that-a laid-back goof who somehow made everything seem like a joke, even when it wasn't. It was hard to stay mad at the guy.
After what felt like an eternity, Coach finally blew the whistle, signaling that we were done. I couldn't get to the locker room fast enough.
The second I hit the locker room, I peeled off the sticky fabric, savoring the feeling of cool air hitting my skin. Grabbing my towel, I headed straight for the showers, turning the knob until cold water blasted down on me, soothing the burn in my muscles.
