„Because you wasn't there."
„I was."
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Jawlin thrower whos ex boyfriend is long jumper and her friend is pole vauler.
What can happened when these three are together at Olympic games in Paris, right?
*Second Book - Little Olympic Series*
"I know, but still... It's important for me that you know I'd never betray you."
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Willa sat in the stands, her heart pounding with excitement and tension. The stadium was packed with spectators watching the pole vault final, but for her, there was only one person who mattered—Mondo. He was the only competitor to have cleared six meters, an incredible feat in itself. The gold was already his. No one could challenge him. But now, it was about something more.
Willa knew this was the moment Mondo had been waiting for. Not only did he have a chance to stand on the winner's podium, but he also had the opportunity to break his own world record. Six meters and twenty-four centimeters—that was the height he had cleared once before, which had launched him into the legends of the sport. Today, however, he had set a new goal: to surpass it by a single centimeter. Six meters and twenty-five centimeters.
"You can do this," she whispered to herself, watching as Mondo prepared for his first attempt. The atmosphere in the stadium was tense. The crowd buzzed with excitement, all eyes focused on the track, waiting for that moment when Mondo would begin his run.
Willa tried to concentrate solely on Mondo. The air around her vibrated with tension, and she felt her nerves tighten with each step Mondo took. He was ready, she knew that. He had trained hard and focused on this very moment. But breaking a world record—that came with a completely different pressure. She was sure he could do it, but a small doubt lingered in her heart. What if he didn't?
Mondo took hold of his pole and stood at the start of the runway. He paused for a moment, eyes closed, as if visualizing every step he needed to take. The stadium fell silent. Everyone, including Willa, held their breath. They all knew this wasn't just any attempt—this was a shot at something extraordinary.
"Come on, Mondo, you've got this," Willa whispered as she watched him take a deep breath, mentally rehearsing every move. Then he began his run.
His steps were fast and precise, the pole firmly gripped in his hand. Willa tracked his every move as he neared the end of the runway. His body was taut, every muscle working perfectly. As he launched himself into the air, the crowd gasped. Mondo soared, his body gliding above the bar—but not high enough.
The tip of his foot brushed the bar, which wobbled and then fell to the ground.
Willa felt her heart drop along with the bar. The crowd let out a collective sigh of disappointment, but Mondo quickly recovered. He stood up, shook off the frustration of the first failed attempt, and headed back to his coaches to strategize for the next one.
Willa watched him walk away, his face focused, though she could see the frustration in his expression. He didn't want to make a mistake on his first try. But it wasn't over yet. He still had two more attempts.
"It's okay, Mondo, you still have time," Willa murmured to herself, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. The air in the stadium felt heavier now, the tension mounting. People waited, eager to see what would happen next. Willa leaned against the railing in front of her, her hands trembling slightly. She was filled with nerves, but she believed in him. He always pulled through.
