Loser's POV
I sit down with the other guys, right next to my best friend Bar. Short for Barney but that's not how he got the name. The only way you ever get a name is through an insult. Whole different story though. I start eating my fries but I might as well be sitting across the room with the girls, considering how I can't focus my attention on anything else. While Bar is complaining about the workout and coach and just about anything track-related that a person could possibly complain about, I keep trying to listen in on what the girls are saying.
Yeah, I know, I know. It's not the polite thing to do.
But come on. If you're gonna sit in a public place, don't expect a private conversation. People are going to overhear a sentence or two. It's not like it'd make a huge difference that I actively try to listen to them.
Sure it doesn't, Loser. Whatever makes you sleep at night.
Chewing on one of my fries, I angle my head away from Bar to get a better look at the girls. Sure, he's talking to me, but he'd understand. I'll give him my full attention another day.
Blisters and the new girl are just sitting down. Blisters is chatting away about something completely irrelevant while simultaneously trying to fit all her food onto the table. I swear I've never met anyone who enjoys eating half a cow in one sitting like she does. When I heard her order, I honestly thought it was for both of them, and I'm pretty sure so did Crazy.
"Hey, are you even listening?" I blink; Bar is waving his hand in front of my face as if I had mentally spaced out and stopped following the conversation completely.
To be fair, that's kind of what happened.
"Of course I am" Just not to you.
"Well?" he raises one eyebrow in question. Darn it. Now I'm gonna have to answer and join the conversation and all that shit. No way do I have the multitasking abilities required to simultaneously listen in on what the girls are saying. Besides, I don't even know what he asked for.
"Uhm... what?" I say slowly. Couldn't have sounded any more stupid, could I?
"Did anyone finish the workout? By anyone, I mean you, cause obviously you were the one who left last"
"Don't know" I shrug, "Some of the girls were still going when I left"
"Some of them?" Bar inquires. We all know he's got a crush on Blisters but is too shy to admit it.
"Awww, how cute, you've got that look on your face again" 23.6 chimes in. His real name is Jake, but of course in the three years of high school track, he has managed to earn himself a nickname as well.
"What look?" Bar asks, trying too hard to seem bored. Dude, drop the act, your face is as red as a ripe tomato.
"Well, I might not be the smartest guy, but it's obvious even to me that you should ask her out on a date" Of course that's a lie. Not the part about Bar needing to ask her out on a date, of course, just the one about him not being the smartest guy. It's really annoying how he gets 100% on all his tests without even trying, and the worst thing is, he deserves it. Life just isn't fair, I guess.
"Really don't know what you're talking 'bout" Bar mutters.
"Come on, man" I laugh, "We're all secretly shipping this relationship."
"Could you talk any louder please?" he hisses, "I'm sure the Mc Donald's employees at the other end of the room would be very interested in my non-existent love life."
"More importantly, so are the track girls sitting at that table over there" 23.6 chuckles, "Don't look, but they're kinda staring at us"
"Ugh, great. Just awesome. Well done, guys" Bar groans. Of course he didn't follow the advice to not look over. To be fair, neither did I. I mean, who ever does?
Blisters is just turning back around, saying something to the other girls in a low voice, while Crazy is still trying to look at us out of the corner of her eye. Damn it, I wish I knew what they were talking about – after all, Blisters certainly isn't the type to talk quietly. When she says something, it's meant for everyone to hear.
Maybe I need to ask her later on. We're pretty good friends, Blisters and I. Why do I even care what they're talking about? It's not like I'd be interested in any of that girls-stuff.
Crazy is still trying to look at me without me noticing. Clearly, that last part doesn't work because my mind is too damn focussed on her. It's ridiculous. It's not like I wouldn't have noticed girls before, not even like I'd mind falling for one, I don't have trust issues or anything. But I don't even know her. And don't even get me started on love at first sight or any of that shit, because it's about as real as the unicorn in my backyard.
I don't even have a backyard.
I turn back around and shove a handful of fries into my mouth. "So, guys" I say, still chewing, "What are we going to do about workouts and all that stuff? Clearly we can't trust coach to be of any help with the planning this year either"
I grin happily as the rest of the table immediately starts a huge discussion about training times and goals. It's not the first time that we've been making our own plans instead of listening to coach, I'm pretty sure we would have quit a long time ago if it wasn't for each other.
This is the kind of stuff I need to be thinking about. This, not some crazy girl that I don't know anything about.
Author's Note:
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