You Moved In

Pinkie Promise

After school finishes the next day, I go to the locker room with the other divers. The locker room recks of onions. It smells like they haven't cleaned this place since it was built. It's nasty. I get changed and go into the pool room where I see the divers and swimmers. The turquoise and white tiles that haven't been grouted in years line the walls and floor. I walk the small pool with the diving board of all sizes. There are the other divers. Johanna and Hannah, and Donna.

Donna, even her name makes me crawl in my own skin. Donna is the biggest slut to ever be bread into society. Her RBF makes her look like a pug so I don't understand why guys want her the most but any guy with common sense would turn her down in a heartbeat. She's slim and blonde but is built like a box. I don't care for her but I certainly don't like her.

The coach for the swim team is the same for diving and he is usually with the swimmers most of the time so we usually practice what we are working on and such. The coach, coach Trigo is an old, half Korean man with tan skin. He's been my coach since I started swimming in grade school. He's a really old soul and a nice guy and thinks it's funny when we lose. His son, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He's loud and like a drill sergeant. It scares me.

We all stretch out our arms, and legs and then Angelique comes running down the ramp to the locker room. She pants and she keeps looking at the coaches to make sure that they don't notice her tardiness.

"Callie!" She stops in front of me drops to her knees and pants, "did we start yet?"

"No, not yet, we're still stretching." I say and take a nice step back to put some distance between us. All of the others look at her like she's insane. Why do I feel myself turning red?

She gets back on her feet and catches her breath and notices the eyes on her.

She turns her head to them slowly, "take a fucking picture!"  She yells and I swear she growls at them for a second.

"Sorry," Johanna rolls her eyes and Angelique scoffs.

"Asswipes," she cruses underneath and goes back to talking to me, "do you think I'ma have to strut my stuff to coach so he knows I'm good enough?"

"I think he'll observe from a distance." I say.

The whistle bowls signaling for the swimmers to get in the water and for the divers to start their practice. I'm always usually always first before it goes in alphabetical order but Angelique starts with an A so she comes with me.

"Okay, we go in order by name," I explain, "the beginning goes really fast because we only practice our jumps and crap like that. After the dive get out of the water and get back in line and go on a yoga mat and do stretches or something like that."

"Okay," she nods and goes up onto the spring board.

I watch as coach walks closer to us but keeps a lot of distance between us. He gives Angelique a nod and she nods back. When I first started diving, when coach would watch he give me a nod to give it all I got for him to see. I think she knows the drill. She gives herself distance between the end of the board. She takes a breath and skips once and jumps high into the air from the momentum. She bends her body slightly and gets into pike position and begins to flip some time before landing into the water through her hands with a small splash.

That was good. Too good.

She gets to the surface of the water and everyone begins to clap for her. She uses the latter and pulls herself out of the water and looks like she just won gold at London. I can already tell she's really good at begin prideful. Coach pulls her aside to talk to her.

"We're changing it!" Johanna and I saw at the same time. We must have the same idea.

"Callie, go first," she nods to me as I step on the diving board.