Amelia's POV
"Ugh. Why the fúck did I join track?" I whispered to myself as I tried to keep up with the rest of my team. I was lagging behind and needed to catch up. Running was not my strong suit even though I was blessed with long legs along with my awkward long arms and pencil neck. Sometimes I hated being 5'10" because I tend to tower over a lot of my friends and even some guys, but I've learned to live with it.
"Come on guys just one more lap! I want you all to finish off strong!" Lewis, our track captain, yelled at the us from the from of the group.
Come on Amelia you can do this. Just one more lap. I tried to encourage myself.
Ugh why am I doing this again? I asked myself in my head needing some reassurance.
Because you want to look sexy as hell naked. Now come on you're half way there.
I peered through the bodies ahead of me and saw the finish line in the distance. Breathing heavily I picked up my speed and slowly began passing a few of my team mates securing a spot in the middle of the group. Seeing the finish line just a few feet ahead I gave myself one last push and crossed the line after about a dozen people. Not my best but still pretty decent.
Coming to a slow stop I folded my hands and placed them on the top of my head trying to catch my breath. As the rest of the team crossed the finish line Lewis called us over to make an announcement.
"Alright guys good practice. Make sure you all get some water in you. I can't afford to lose any of you to dehydration." He said with a small smile. A few people chuckled at his statement. "Ok well I'll let you guys go now seeing as you're all probably worn out. Oh and don't forget about our last meet in in two weeks. If you haven't signed up to audition for a spot please do so now."
When Lewis finished speaking the team dispersed some walking towards him to sign up and the rest went to grab their bags. Walking to the benches I grabbed my gym bag a took out my water bottle chugging all the water. When I finished I tossed it in the nearby trash can and placed my bag on my shoulder making my way towards my car. I searched for my keys in the side pockets of my bag and took them out as I reached my car.
She was a Black 2014 Chevrolet Camaro and she was all mine. I worked my ass off last year to afford my baby. I still have scars from my last babysitting gig, let's just say that playing with water guns in the kitchen was not my brightest idea. Anyway as I unlocked the car door I tossed my bag on the passenger seat and slid into the drivers chair. Turning her on I backed out of the lot and began my drive home.
Pulling up to a stop light about five minutes from my house I noticed how empty the road was for it being almost seven. The sun was setting coloring the sky in different pinks and yellows. I turned up the radio as my song came on and started to sing.
You yell and scream
And then I threaten that I'm gonna leave yuh
Then we get back, do it again
And baby, here's the reasonI turned to my left when I saw a car pull up to the red light next to me. There were two guys in the front and they were both drool worthy. The one driving had short chestnut hair that was a bit longer in the middle and shorter at the side. From my view I could spot a sharp jaw line and what looked to be a five o'clock shadow. I couldn't see the rest of his face because he was facing the road but I a glimpse of his muscled arms in what looked like a black t-shirt. His passenger, however, was in fact facing me. He was just as muscled as his friend but instead of brown hair his was blonde and much longer than his friends. It looked to be pulled up into a sexy man bun at the top of his head. His jaw looked as if it were chiseled by the gods with its sharpness and his full pink lips reminded of a bow. I looked at his eyes and saw that they were a dark grey almost as if a storm were brewing in them.
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Two Is Better Than One
Romance"Don't do that thing where you lift my chin with your fingers and say I'm beautiful, it's so played out." I told him looking to the side. "Fine then." He grabs my face in his hands, squishing in so I'm forced to pucker my lips and make a duck face...