"So this wasn't out of the kindness of your heart?", I questioned with a grin before he could speak. A loud horn is blown, and the TV screen is activated, exhibiting Idris with the captured flag. A smile appears on my lips. Damson smirks, and gradually claps his hands. For a moment after, neither of us spoke, the silence was heavy with unspoken words, you could hear our beating hearts through the stillness. I felt my voice crack, and my pulse echoing in my ears. And there I saw a flicker of something raw in Damson's eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored my own."Thank you."
August 17th,
Welcome Week
Track Field
2:00 PM
"Your education is a dress rehearsal for a life that is yours to lead."
Thoughts will be italicized!
I arrive on the field, drop my purses in the bleacher, and skull downstairs, toward the track. My legs acquire in position, and I begin practising for track season. My gaze glances downwards to the timed watch, and upwards at Danai, as she nods her head, commencing the timer. Before, permitting me to seize a profound breath. Start!
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I ran. My legs pushed harder, and I ran faster. Cold air bit my legs, keeping my breath steady, I pushed harder and went faster. I'm captain, I need to be the best. My whole body was working;' my leg muscles running warm, and fresh air entered my legs and blood flowed into all my limbs, my breath came in short gasps reaching the final path.
Time: 10:55 seconds
"10.55 seconds.", Danai exclaims. What?! My feet drift off the track field, and into the bleachers to seize a promising look, my heart plunged examining the time. 30 seconds belatedly {later} than my first time. Fuck! My heart drops, and I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself. I can't have the coach know about this. As captain, I must be the best. I am the best. "Let's celebrate!"
"No.", I declare openly, loading my bags, and strolling downstairs to the track field. "What?!", she questions. I need to practice my time is 30 seconds longer, without practice it'll turn into a minute or more."
"Anni—", Before she could respond, my accelerated voice cuts her off. This is critical to me, and I can't allow her to lecture me out of it. "I'm serious! I must be the best, I am the best, and this is unacceptable!"
"Ok, I understand.", a notification appears on my phone. RA Meeting in 10. "I need to go, there's a meeting."
Danai rolls her eyes. "What you need is a break? Trust me, you're my best friend, and I know you better than you know yourself." A smile widens on my lips, and my lips press against her cheek, as my legs stride down the steps for my meeting, as my hands barge into the doors. "Annika, Nice of you to grace us with your presence."
"I'm sorry. I was at a—" Before I could illustrate my words, my admin consular cuts me off, and my eyes meet Damson's relaxed gaze. "I frankly don't care, dear. We were chatting about a welcome week."
"Yes, I made flyers for the events.", I respond, not sure you even deserve it after that reaction. "It's going to be amazing!"
"One thing, Pinning Ceremony.", Damson says, with a smirk, averting our gaze. "That's frankly not your poorest idea."
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Glory
AdventureA South African 19-year-old NYU college student, raised in LA, gets an internship at a prestigious law firm in New York, Upper East Side. As she works on her career, she battles between her studies, substance abuse, glory, and relationships. What wi...
