Jonah pov
"BESSON, GET OVER HERE" I tell and interrupt his conversation with blue eyes.
"Yea, what's up?"
"Your coach tells me you're a distance runner? You don't compete in sprints?" I say, a smirk ghosting my face.
"Yes, and?" Corbyn asks me, looking so confused and scared. Good. Just how. I like them.
"You're going to be running chicken and fox." Wait for it.
"Okay, whos the chicken?" Oh poor boy.
"You. We start in 2" I say and walk away, going over to the bench to re tie my shoes
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"READY?"
"YEA"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"GO"
I immediately break into a sprint, still a good 20 meters behind Corbyn. We still have 100 to go. You can do this.
50 meters left.
If I reach out I can touch his back.
20 meters left.
I pass him
10 meters.
5 meters.
I stop and turn around to see where Corbyn is and he crashes right into me. His breathing is rapid and face is red. I sit him up and get him water. "C'mon, come learn on the fence. You did good for a distance runner. Better than I thought."
Corbyn pov.
Damnit how did I let him pass me. Then i go and crash into him, he'll think I'm not good enough because I didn't beat him. I lean away from the fence and try to support my self. Jonah comes over with a folding chair for me to sit in. "Thanks"
"Anytime" he says with a smirk and walks over to his bag. I can look at that smirk all day long. When else would he smirk like that? Hmmm...
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Run away runner. From the new coach.
FanfictionCorbyn Besson. Captain of the track team. Honor roll student. Scholarship recipient. All of this gets pushed to the back of his mind when his coach implements a new training method for the season. Training in the form of Jonah Marais. @whxdxntwx
