I can see her from across the room, staring at me like I'm something special- to eat. I've known Fionna almost all of my life, and this signal she's trying to get across was blurry. It's either a "Help me" Or "I'm going to hurt you" glare, or probably both. I'm very surprised to see her in my training, actually. She said she doesn't want to see me only wearing my trunks.
"Can't you guys wear board shorts or something during training?" Fionna asked me the first time she went to my training. She actually thought that we would wear something formal for swimming, say like a swimsuit similar to Michael Phelps. I would love to wear one of those, most especially when most of the cheerleaders hang around the pool to "cool off". Some guys would actually love them hanging around, but not me. See, I have a very skinny body and broad shoulders. I don't have any abs; I only have muscles in the arms. My body is weird. Like I told you, I want to wear a swimsuit that would cover my upper body but our school can't afford it. I actually started a petition to have a fund raiser for our team's benefit before. You see, we're all time champions since 2007. The principal actually considered my petition, but asked me to cooperate with other teams in our school such as the cheerleading squad. I actually agreed with it. I was about to go through with it, but I backed out. The cheerleaders wanted to do a car wash. By car wash, meaning everybody's in their swimsuit. I disagreed, because Fionna's in the cheerleading squad, and I know how uncomfortable she feels wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Yes folks, the cheer captain actually required all members of the cheerleading squad to wear a two-piece swimsuit. I thought of a bake sale, but then I never shared the idea. I feel like I'm the only one who cares about getting a full swimsuit anyway. My best friend Darien told me he supports me, but then I don't believe him. Even though he doesn't say anything, I feel that he likes wearing trunks since cheerleaders actually talk to him while wearing it.
I did my last lap and got out of the pool. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed towards Fionna.
"Hey. I'm surprised to see you here." I started.
"I know, I'm surprised too." She replied.
"Do you need anything? Because the way you look at me..." I trailed off, a signal for her to continue.
"Yes, actually. I need your advice." She stuttered.
"Me? Advice? Really?" I was shocked. I was usually the one asking advice from her, not vice versa. Fionna is a perfect girl. Beauty and brains.
"How do you feel, or how do you know when you like someone?" She said.
"Woah, Fionna, you like somebody? Who? Tell me!" The question caught me off guard. I was expecting a rant on a book she read. I never saw this coming because when we were young, Fionna rubbed it on my face that she's not going to like anybody or go out with somebody, for that instance when she's in school. Including college.
"Well. You don't need to know. Can you just answer my question?" She was stuttering. Fionna, who won first place in a public speaking contest, actually stuttered.
"It depends on who it is!" I nearly shouted. But I knew my voice was loud, everybody near the pool grew silent.
"Gosh Morgan! Why do you always make something simple so hard?" She ran off. She nearly tripped on the way, and usually I will laugh but not this time. It's the first time she increased the volume of her voice while talking to me. This is awful. I tried to run after her but stopped at the door when I realized I wasn't dressed yet. I actually stood there for 30 minutes. I know Fionna; she can't hold a grudge against me. But 30 minutes passed by, and no one came back. When I turned around, only Coach Michael and Darien was there practicing the 50-meter butterfly stroke for the meet on the day after tomorrow. I went straight to the locker room and got dressed.
