Twin Entanglement [C]

Chapter 12 - 'She's mine...'

[Hello~ so sorry I haven't uploaded in awhile, studies have been more time-consuming than ever T-T... I apologize in advance if this chapter is... strange or confuzzling, I kinda wrote it directly after walking out of a test so my mind was sort of... meh, but enjoy ^-^]

My legs burned with exertion as I rounded the field for my third lap. I pushed my body further picking up the pace, ignoring the mumbles of concern that buzzed passed me as I overtook the other runners. I kept my eyes forward and my breathing paced as I felt the strain of my accelerated speed begin to take its toll. But it didn’t matter, nothing mattered.

“Braker, slow it down!”

I barely heard coach over the roaring in my ears as blood began rushing to my head and I was forced to a stop, just barely holding myself from falling to the ground. Coach Wicker came jogging up to me, her face scrunch in concern even as she whispered a string of profanity under her breath.

“Dammit kid, what the hell are you trying to do, kill yourself?”

Leaning over as I tried to catch my breath I smiled playfully at Coach Wicker, trying to ease her worry. She really was too much of a mother hen under all that bravado.

“Where… would be … the …fun in…that?”

She sighed as she eyed me disapprovingly, “You take too many chances kid, especially too close to competition time.”

I laughed at the mention of competition.  Feeling my balance stabilize I began to slowly begin my stretches.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree Coach, Amy’s the one you should be hounding for the gold.”

Coach Wicker grunted in annoyance before moving to help me with my stretches. I sighed in content as her cool hands moved across my burning skin.

“She’s no more interested in running for the gold than the Angel boy is of being in a relationship.”

I froze at the comparison, catching Coach Wicker’s attention. She realised, too late, what she had said.

“Crap, sorry about that…” she chuckled silently to herself, “guess I’m still ticked at the kid for breaking my little sister’s heart.”

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at her in surprise.

“Little sister…?”

Her smile was soft as she seemed to look off into the distance, stopping her message on my right leg briefly. I tried to keep the irritation off my face as I waited for her to carry on.

“Megan Reiner, his last ‘fling’…” the last word seemed to turn sour in her mouth by the disgusted look on her face. I nodded in recognition at the name as I continued to stretch.

“Meg’s your sister, wow… never knew.”

Her fingers began their magical massage once again, easing the torture I had put them through.

Coach Wicker began working on the other leg as she spoke, her tone surprisingly, un-coach like.

“Stepsister, but what’s the difference really,” she paused as she looked up at me cautiously, “so, what you have against the sack of shit?”

I laughed so hard, a sharp pain raced across my side, doubling me over. Coach Wicker moved towards me, a smile on her face as she stretched me out and began kneading me from head to toe.

“How much did you push yourself out there to get this wound up?”

Even as I felt the laughter die down, I felt the moisture on my lashes, but fought to keep them there, allowing them no further.