Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter 36 - Finals.

From the second I woke up in the morning, I was in training mode. Robot. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, went for a quick workout in the gym at the hotel, and we were gone. Kyle, Cameron, Ben, and Denis left to got take their seats at the event. But not of course before giving me their own little words of encouragement.

'You can do this.'

'You got it.'

'This is all you've worked for.'

Everyone's words rung in my ears. Cameron. Roger. Ben. It seemed as though Denis' words were the only ones that stuck. 'You can do this, I know you can. I watched you practise, and train, and you put your blood sweat and tears into this. But sometimes that's not enough. You don't have to win, Leda. I hope you do, because I know how hard you worked, but not winning won't change anything. You're still the best in the world, to us'. That seemed to be all I needed. I hugged everyone tightly in our hotel before I left with Roger to the games. I dressed in the change room with my heart beating in your ears whole everyone's own coach gave them small pep talks, while the coach for the team took attendance. "Alexa?"

"Here." She grinned. The girl that I yelled at in the gym.

"Chase?"

"Yup." She said nervously.

"Jacobs?" Everyone looked around the change room. She wasn't there. "Oh, well." The coach ticked something off on a his clipboard.

"McLean."

"Yeah." I said. He ticked me off.

"Okay. follow me." He lead us out of the change room as all the coach's went to the side lines of the stadium. It was absolutely full to the top with people.

"Holy shit." The girl behind me muttered. We walked out in a line and stood while everyone cheered, and an announcer listed all the competitors name off. I was last.

"And Leda McLean. These are your 2016 Olympic Floor Exercise finalists." We walked back to our benches and Roger immediately started talking. I drowned out his words of encouragement and focused on what everyone else was doing. I was last. And I knew exactly how it was going to go. I watched and waited, watching girls score impossibly high, and painfully low. A broken ankle. A broken nose. As a medic team rushed to a small Ukrainian girl Roger knew, the next girl was prompted to start her routine. Girl after girl, I blocked everything out. All the routines were amazing, and I was sure mine still could have went off for a medal. But that didn't matter to me anymore. I thought through ever single step, every single breath in the routine, and knew it was for nothing. I had a plan.

"Our final competitor. Leda McLean." I stood from my folding chair and Roger hugged me tightly before pushing me on my way. He didn't say anything. I walked to the edge of the floor, a square with the same springy floor as the gym at home in the basement. I thought about how much I just wanted to be home. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Cameron. Ben. Denis. Kyle. Millions of strangers around the world. I knew everyone was watching me. Used to being in the spotlight, it didn't really bother me. I also knew there was no way I could possibly mess up what I was going to do. As the music began to play for my routine, I took a deep breath, and poised myself to go for my first skill. Instead, I dropped my hands, and walked to the centre of the floor. The whole stadium was silent. I lift my arms up at either side of me, like a bird extending their wings. And gave the entire world, the middle finger. Sounds of awh and shock filled the stadium. Everything was silent. For a second, I was sure my heart stopped. I made a mistake. No. I didn't make a mistake this is what I wanted. I don't want to be a little gym bunny anymore. I don't want to work my ass off every single day to be told that I'm still not good enough. I'm done. I had done nothing, literally nothing. And slowly but surely, sounds of cheer filled the room. They were clapping, screaming my name. It was as if the whole world stopped for a second, just a second. Like everyone around the world had paused, accept for this room. The world stopped turning and the only thing in the universe that mattered was what was going on in this room. On this floor. And then I remembered
I took a bow, and smiled, knowing my moment was over. I walked off the floor back to Roger, where he sat in shock, along with everyone else on the American team.

"What have you done." His voice was so low I could hardly hear him as I redressed in my sweat pants and jacket. He was angry. I shrugged, a smile plastered on my face. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the arena centre to the outside hallway. Denis, Cameron, and Kyle, stood there out of breath and panting. They had run all the way here from their seats.

"What did you do." Kyle choked, trying to catch his breath.

"Baby," I looked to Denis and walked over.

"What, the, hell." He breathed

"Baby it doesn't matter." I shook my head, grinning like a child. "I remember."

Ha very short chapter soz not soz cause sooo much happened. Weren't expecting that were ya??? . The next chapter is the last chapter, so expect a long and drawn out authors note because according to all these I'm an emotional little bitch. I promise in real life I'm much more bitchy and give a lot less of a shit. Is that a good thing? I don't think so....

Also please please please check out my other stories like both my Ricky Horror stories, Crooked Hearts Club (Oliver Sykes), The Calm Before The Storm (Austin Carlile), and Broken Home For The Broken Hearted (a really lame cheesy tile for my Ben Bruce story;)

BTW I'm starting a new Denis story, look out for that. It's a vampire thing;)