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Chapter 5

Amanda

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to step onto the Floor. I had my new, blue striped leotard on, my hair placed in a tight ponytail, a small amount of makeup on my face. Coach motioned me to go. I took another deep breath.

As soon as I stood up and walked over to my starting point, cheers erupted from the crowd that was here for the Field Sports Club. Smile. I plastered a smile across my face and lifted my arms to greet the judges. I got myself into my position and waited for the music to start. Be sure about your moves. I thought every single step through before doing it. Round off, back handspring, back handspring, back tuck, round off, 360 turn, lift arms.

Before moving onto the next part of the routine, I danced the steps Coach had taught me. I glanced at the crowd, hoping to see my mom there, not seeing her, I hid the disappointment from my face and continued with the routine. Aerial, round off, bridge kickover, back handspring, round off, back handspring, lift arms. I lifted myself up with my hands to a handstand position. Letting my legs fall, I ended up doing a bridge before dancing some more. Get ready, I thought, First Moors in a competition, you can do it. I made a round off and a back handspring before launching onto the finale. Launch backwards. Two flips and two complete twists in the layout position. I was the first in the club to fully make it without breaking anything in the process. When my feet made contact with the ground, pain shot slightly through my right leg. I steadied myself with my hands in front of myself before lifting my arms once more, just as the music came to an end. I heard Coach shout a 'Yes!'.

I walked out of the Floor breathing heavily and with a wide smile on my face. Riley ran over to me and hugged me.

"That was amazing! You did it!" she congratulated me, "Look at your score!" I glanced up to the score board, seeing a ten, my smile, if possible, grew even wider.

"Oh my god! I didn't think I would have a ten, I was super nervous!" I replied. Coach walked over to me.

"Great job, Amanda!" I thanked her. I sat down on the bench as Riley prepared herself for her turn, which was after the gymnast on the Floor finished her routine.

"Okay, that was pretty cool," I heard a voice behind me say. Turning around, I saw a pair of blue eyes looking down at me. He was sitting on a chair in the first line of the bleechers, staring casually at the gym.

"Brown," I replied emotionless, "What are you doing here?"

"Um, I'm a member of this club, and I can go wherever I want to," he said, I just looked at him disgustingly, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Whatever," I said, before focusing my attention on the Floor.

"What's your problem?"

"I don't have a problem," I replied, still looking at the girl doing her routine.

"Yeah, you do," he said, "You're acting all weird and not even looking at me."

"I'm not in the mood for this," I said, before standing up and walking over to Coach. I asked her if I could go use the bathroom, since my next routine was in half an hour. As soon as she agreed, I walked over to the changing rooms. But when I was reaching the door, I hit something, or, in this case, someone.

"Seriously?" I muttered, "What?"

"What's wrong with you?" Noah asked.

"Just, leave me alone, will you?" I replied, "I told you I'm not in the mood for this." When I saw he wasn't answering, I made a shot for the door, but he blocked me again.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"For you to tell me what's your problem," he said.

"Stop it," I said, "Go spend some time with your girlfriends, whatever you want from me, I'm not going to give it to you." I pushed him out of the way and managed to get inside the changing rooms. Why was I so stupid? Thanks to Riley, I have my eyes wide open now. Noah was trouble, and I swore I would have nothing to do with it after I broke my leg.