Never In A Million Years

Chapter Ten

~Karabo's POV~

I had fixed my eyes on Allyson. Her speed rapidly increasing with each step. I was amazed, in fact more than amazed. Perplexed. Speechless. My teammates were now staring at me, as I had stood up and began screaming her name. 
ALLYSON! ALLYSON! That's my girl.

Except, she wasn't. She was far from being my girl. Mine. I could never call her that cause I blew my chance. And I'm pretty sure, she hates me now. But what else could I have done honestly done? Asked her out? I would have been mad to do that. In front of all those cameras, pretty sure she'd want it private. But she's the one who said she wanted me, and I'd already admitted that I wanted her too. This was all going to fast. She was three years younger than me. Sure, what's three years when your feeling the way I do, but I just didn't know if she felt the same. 

I really want her to talk to me. I knew the only way to do that, was if I was alone with her. But she'd never want to be alone with me, she hates me.

My eyes widened when this thought came to mind, and I began to tear up. I was devastated. My life has become an utter mess. The girl I love, and who could possibly love me too was gone. Realizing that she was the same reason why the entire team is here, I focused back into reality looking at Ally. 

Within the amount of time when I had spent daydreaming over her, as per usual, had a huge impact. She was down to the last 10m and had found her way into second place. Although this great achievement, she seemed like she was holding back. Maybe she thought that she would have the burst of energy later, but then later realized she might not need it after all. And she wouldn't. She and first place where so far ahead that no one could miraculously catch up.

She ducked her head in as she finished her race. That was sort of useless, but who knows? She probably has her reasons. In any case, she did it. My girl did it! Damn, again. I gotta stop calling her that. She ISN'T MINE, cause I messed up. 

I still was excited for her though. She seemed super happy, yet it's as if she had expected it. But her self esteem and self confidence was much lowered when she didn't win earlier today. 

I then literally jumped over the wall blocking out crazy fans and ran to hug her. She was still hugging the other runners, when she felt my cold hands wrap around her from behind. All other racers immediately started making kissy sounds and going like awe a lot. One of them even mentioned me as her boyfriend. My heart started pounding. BOYFRIEND. I could be that. I could. Damn you Karabo Sibanda, why did you mess it up like this. You could have just been what she wanted you to be. 

I felt her shiver a little, at first I thought it was cause of my freezing hand, but once around her, my hands warmed up. So my second thought was that she could feel her heart pacing, cause she still loved me. Or at least liked me. But I didn't dwell much on that thought, for fear that it might be incorrect. She turned around and looked up at me, before returning the hug and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her sweat was wiping all over my chest, but I didn't care. All I cared about was staying like this forever. But I couldn't. The officials pulled me over, and told me to escort her to the indoor training grounds, and go home. They said that the 400m races had been postponed to the next day, since these races were taking a while. 

I held her hand tightly as we walked to grab her bag and stuff then head home. Home being the penthouse that we all lived in. I had now planned on talking about our relationship with her once we reached the penthouse, but I wasn't sure of it. I mean, she seemed satisfied with just walking in silence, enjoying each other's company. I didn't mind either, but I really wanted to clear the air. Breaking the ice, I finally spoke up.

"Congratu-" She stopped my sentence half way by tightening her grip on my hand.

Noticing that I was now staring at her hand and hadn't finished talking. She had already known what I wanted to say so she continued.

"Thank you."

Blushing now, I began to stutter, "D-Do you w-w-wanna talk when w-we get back to t-the p-p-penthouse?"

I never stutter. Even when talking to her, my heart skips beats, yeah but stuttering? Never. She stutted alot. But her case was understandable, seeing as she was born with it. I never really considered it a disability, but now that I just did it, I could see why she hated it so much. She constantly complained when I told her how cute her stuttering and stammering was. She said that she feels the pain of watching people talk flawlessly, but she could not talk like that.

Giggling a little at my misfortune was Ally. We had now reached the indoor tracks and was picking up her bags, when our entire team raced up to us, gasping and awing. Giving both me and Ally looks. Boithuto gave us more of death glares. 

"Boithuto, I like her. Get over it."

"I love him, you were wrong you know?"

She blinked twice at me and Ally both when we said that. 

"I'd like that." Ally said looking up at me after she got up from collecting her bag. She was obviously referring to the earlier question of if she wanted to talk.

Everyone started congratulating her and we went back to our van and headed home. No one wanted to stay not even Ally. And she's always been the one to wanted to stay and watch the competition.

We were quietly enjoying the ride, with just the sound of the engine when suddenly our car came to a hault. I looked outside quickly and saw her. 

A girl, I once knew. Our driver had just bumped into her. She was lying on the floor. I ran out to try and help her, when she regained consciousness. She looked up to me and muttered out my name. 

"Karabo, Kittens." 

Kittens was the nickname she once had for me, when I was seventeen and actually looked at this girl much differently. I saw Ally's eyes widened with hurt and confusion. Everyone was now standing outside looking at me holding this girl in my arms. After offering her our home to fix up her wounds, she smiled. And Allyson looked away when I carried her to the car. 

I messed up again. I blew it, Ally's obviously not gonna still want to talk to me.

We drove to the penthouse and I carried the injured girl from my past to the first aid kit room. We were all in there watching our nurse take a look at her. Each team came here with a nurse, in case of emergency, and I believe this was one. 

Pulling the bottom of my hand was Allyson. I knew cause I felt my heart melt when she touched me, I turned to her and her eyes were full of questions. 

"Go on, ask me." I mumbled. I knew her question. It was the one everyone was wondering of.

I turned my attention back to the mysterious girl from my seventeen year old memories and began to reminisce. I recalled my old life with her. She was supposed to be with me forever. Till one day, my feelings changed. 

"We all want to know, Karay. How?" Allyson said looking at everyone then lastly the mysterious girl. She then gave me a sharp glance before she backed away from me.

The girl sitting on the bed, giggled a little at the nickname given to me by Ally. I sighed and decided I might as well, tell them. It's not like I have some dark past. Except, I do. No one knows much about my family. What happened to my dad, why this girl was so important. No one knew. Not even Ally. I didn't wanna bother her with the story, and besides, telling her about my dad would bring the topic of this girl. But I can't avoid it anymore. Here goes nothing.