A Racer's Heart

4:What The Hell Spirits?

Sasha's P.O.V.

I think I played it off cool? I think I scored. I think I am helpless. Utterly helpless.

I got into the Locker room with Elizabeth and told her all about how chorus was just me trying to keep my eyes on the notes and not on the chick sitting besides me. She said that it was my fault and that I should've just told her she was cute. As if... What if she's not bisexual? What if she is as straight as a toothpick? I do not want to get poked. Sitting through chorus keeping my body parts to myself was a painful experience and I do not want to do it again.
Ugh, she deserves someone so much better than me.
I open my locker and take off my shirt to put on a new sports bra my mom bought me. I finish putting it on when I see her in the locker room. Our eyes lock and for a moment I feel like the world has actually forgiven me for being such a bitch. She breaks away from our lock and I realize that I'm in a sports bra and cheeky underwear.
I put on my Pink running shorts and grab my water bottle that I remembered to pack. I look behind me to see her fumbling with her locker. Wait, what the hell spirits? Why put her right behind me?
I clear my throat to get her attention. And she turns to look back at me. She slowly checks me out and then only looks at my face. "Uh do you need help with your locker? Soon we have to go out onto the field, since I'm assuming you're on track."
She freezes after she realizes I saw her checking me out.
"Uhm- I, uh, th-that'd be good."
She backs away from the locker so I can help, blushing and fiddling with her backpack straps.
I smirk looking at her.
"What's your combination?"
She's too cute, and a little innocent. She hands me the paper and I stifle a laugh. I open her locker and turn around to face her again.
"Here." I say handing her back her paper. Her hand brushes past mine and I feel the slightest shock of electricity and grin. I release the paper and head outside after checking her out with her watching me.

"Sasha!" Coach René bellows, "Hurry up, it's not social studies." I shake my head at her pun and lead the group in the beginning stretches. "You think you'd be a wise fool but you're just acting like a fool."

"So i'm just a more instead of a Sophomore?" I say, grinning. Although I'm just a Sophomore, the Seniors and Juniors look up to me because of my handwork and dedication. Plus how fast I am. I got my nickname Sashay because it seems like I'm sashaying around the track, effortlessly.
"Start the group run before I change my mind and tell you to lead the suicides."
I nod and lead the group run in a stead beat run. I wait for the first girl from the back to pass me in our line before I yell next. I wait until I hear the last next before I run up to the from of the line. Since we've done two laps just to get everyone in the front I yell fall and they all sprint to the water fountain.
"Sasha," Coach says after I get some water from my bottle.
"Come let our new member be under your wing. I'll take care of practice, I want you to see what she can do. Go easy on her, remember not everyone's as hardworking like you."
I laugh at her inside joke and look over to the girl that was in the locker room. I motion for her to follow me out onto the track to start her assessment.
"Okay, are you a long distant runner or a short distance runner?" I ask her when we get onto the track.

"Oh, I-I'm a short distance," she replied, tugging at her long sleeved exercise shirt.

"Okay, have you ever ran at a track meet before?" I said watching her hands.

"No, but I have run a marathon." She said putting her hands behind her back.

"Um, okay, so do you want to start with the regular 100 dash or 200?" I say putting down the clipboard.

"200." She said looking down at the clipboard.

"Okay, do you want to run by yourself or do you want me to run with you?"

Her face shot up in satisfaction until she quickly changed to embarrassment. "I'll run alone." She said walking away.

I wanted to run after her to tell her that I'd run the same pace she did but stopped when she reached the starting line. I pressed the go on the stopwatch when she started to run.

15.24

She came over and saw the time. "Is that good?"

"If you want it to be," I say writing the time down.

"Let's go for a fast jog around the track and see how many you can do."

She nodded and we went into a steady beat until the fifth lap and she started to slow down. I slowed down with her but I put a five in the margin. We kept at it for another lap until she stopped.

"Okay... I can't anymore," She said in between breaths. I picked up her hands and placed them on her head. She got really tense under my touch. I smiled to myself knowing she might like me.

"It helps you breathe better." I said walking away. I heard her footsteps behind me.

"Um, how fast can you run the 100 meter dash?" She said scratching her arm.

"12.57," I say turning to her. I put my hand on her shoulder and I can feel her leaning towards it. "But don't go off of that. You're still a good runner." I smiled and she returned it.
"Come on, let's go in the locker room. You may not realize it, but we we're running and practice was finished." She looked shocked and I laughed.
"Yeah, I kinda forget about time as I'm running."
She was just about to say something as we entered the locker room as Coach René called for me in her office. I jogged to her office and gave a quick analysis of the new girl and then jogged back out after she stopped asking questions.
I went around to my locker to see her changing. "Hey," I say watching her. She jumped a little and I chuckled. I opened my locker and took out my clothes, a red dress and leggings.
"So what's your name?"

She put on some black skinny jeans and a white crop top. "Mattie."

"Cool. Uh can you zip up?" I say facing her.

"Sure, but your name is?" She said, zipping me up.

"Sasha. Sasha Reed." I turn around when she's done and check myself in the mirror.

"Who are you getting all dressed up for?" She says, putting on her jacket.

"No one." I say winking at her. She started blushing as she turned to look through her locker. "Well, I gotta go before my ride leaves me." I say checking my phone. Elizabeth texted me again. "Do you want me to walk you out?"

She closed her locker and grabbed her backpack."Sure."

We walked out talking about what superhero was better. I was stuck on Superman and she said Batman. We left the main doors and I told her I had to go but I'd talk to her later when Dalia honks her horn.

"I guess that's me." Mattie said walking towards her.

You have got to be kidding me! Dalia of all people? She's a freaking player. I wanted to scream at Mattie but afterwards hold her in my arms. Shit, this girls got me on lock and she doesn't even know it.

I enter Elizabeth's car trying to control my breathing. I guess it wasn't meant to be.