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Salma sighed from the coaches' stands as she glanced at the Omega.
She looked back down at her clipboard, and shook her head furiously.
Mohamed Samy's previous record in the 100 meters freestyle was supposed to be 49.78 seconds, that's what the official papers on her clipboard said.
However, the bright neon yellow numbers that showed the time on the 8'x8' Omega board screamed 50.43 seconds. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't disappointed.
Pushing her glasses up from slipping down her freckled nose, she scribbled a few notes on the paper.
Less strokes (-2). More kicking speed (9 kicks per stroke). Breathe from right (instead of every threes). Last 15 meters increase stroke rate(3%).
Salma tsked. They had a lot to improve throughout the summer season.
She risked to look down at the other end of the pool where the swimmers lay, panting and out of breath. She searched for Mohamed among the young men, and found him staring angrily at the Omega.
"Fuck," she heard him growl loudly in his deep voice, and she was pretty sure that the whole stadium could hear him.
She watched him as he pulled himself out of the water and ripped the cap off his head. Following the direction he was heading, Salma abandoned her clipboard and stopwatch.
He shook his head, making water sprinkle from his long hair like a wet puppy. He ran his fingers frustratedly through his tousled brown mass, and slowly trudged towards the cool down pool, with Salma on his tail.
Her pent up anger only increased as she saw him pull on a cold emotionless expression on his face. She stomped her way to cross the gate between her and Mohamed, and watched him as he stretched his defined back muscles a bit on the pool deck, swimming cap and goggles in hand. Salma bit her lip.
Yell at him now. Admire his mad attractive body later.
Flicking her short dirty blonde waves from bothering her on her shoulder, she stood firmly right in front of him as he was bent in half, stretching out his calf and thigh muscles. Putting her hands on her wide hips, she started tapping her sneaker-clad foot, her soft hazel eyes furious.
He slowly got up, and looked at her with hard dark brown eyes, his posture slumped.
Now that she had his attention, Salma started with what she had to say.
"What the actual fuck was that?" she snapped.
He rolled his eyes, knowing that if she started on her rant, she wouldn't end anytime soon. Just because she had never done it with him before, doesn't mean she hasn't done it to their other friends.
He knew that Salma meant well, after all, the short brunette had been his best friend and teammate ever since they were 4 years old, and now, at 19 years of age, they were mature enough to advise and scold eachother.
