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I will my legs to move profusely, picking up a more rapid and faster pace, my mouth sucking more air into my lungs after every third stroke. As I look up to my left, I see my coach, watching me, an undefinable look on his face that says everything but satisfaction. Suddenly this motivates me to pick up my speed and move swiftly with perfect technique. I feel my lungs screaming, my thighs burning and my arms begging me to stop.
And then there's a thought at the back of my mind;
You can't do this prim! You're not gonna last! You are nothing but a puny little no-go!
Stop! Stop! You need to stop! Take a breath!I almost give in until I don't, and I find myself sprinting, eager to finish this last 25, and then I feel the slippery tile beneath my palm against the wall.
I made it I thought
I sensed a little pride ready for the next set.
"Good job Prim! Finally picking up eh?" Says my coach Andrew with a rather pleased look.
I couldn't help but smirk. I would've said thanks but I was busy inhaling as much oxygen possible, great full to have my head above the surface. So I replied with a nod.
I find my hands unconsciously moving towards my bottle, squirting in as much water as possible after training was finally over. Glad to have that off my shoulders.I shaked hands and fist bumped all my coaches before finally making my way towards the changing room.
The first thing I see is my reflection, walking in from the huge mirror upfront. My face is red, which is normal after a tiring day of swimming, but I hate how my face can quickly change color,maybe I was an iguana in my previous life.
I wipe myself with a towel and change into my regular jeans and t-shirt, tying my shoes on, all after a long shower. I look up at the time and...
Crap! It's 8:00am, dammit! Annabelle said she'd be here by 7:45 am.
Annabelle is my neighbor, my dad pays her to look after me on his busy days. Not that I need a babysitter, I'm 17 years old! But he just smile and said "You'll always be my baby girl". Annabelle is 25 and she has her moods, if I behaved she'd probably even let me borrow her car. All I had to do was accidentally put my feet up on her couch for her to go ballistic and lock me up in her tiny bathroom.Right now, I'm sure she'll throw me into a suitcase after a huge lecture, zip me up and abandon me in some dark alley.
My bag was already over my shoulder and I was running out the changing room until I banged myself into someone's bare chest.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
My hands were in front of my face and his around both my wrists. I look up to see the most gorgeous eyes, grey and stormy meet mine.
My cheeks were steaming as he gave me a grin showing off his straight white teeth. His skin tan and his damp hair long, dark and wavy fell over his forehead, and the rest pointed in several directions.I felt his hand tighten around mine, sending a shiver up my arm, making me snap back to reality and moving a step back.
"Uhm..." He said, waving a hand in front of my face
"What?" I said sounding breathless
He chuckled "I said watch where you're going"
"Sorry" I mumbled
I moved past him taking long strides trying to hide my cheeks.
Crap! How long was I dazed?I kept running, I needed to get out of here. My mind forced to push away what just happened. THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING!
But the only thing nagging me was that look on his face as he observed me closely. I couldn't quiet put it into words. It was plastered onto my brain, and I couldn't rip it off!
Why was this bothering me so much? I've never felt like this towards a guy. It's probably normal for teenagers to have hormonal breakdowns like this right? Doesn't mean I have actual feelings toward him, and he also probably hates me. I mean I just banged into his bare chest out of the blue, who wouldn't hate me?! I caught myself smiling.Uuurgh...
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Enigma
FantasyThis is the story of Primrose Clementine Hawthorne and Christopher Miles Parker. The lives of two normal teenagers devoted to swimming. They both experienced great loss in their lives; Primrose lost her twin sister Penelope on their 8th birthday, di...