Inked In Love

Three

Three

The longer I stared at the tattoo through the water the more confusing it was. I hadn't seen a guy with this many tattoos in a swimming team. But as I looked closer I could see the obvious difference between him and the swimmers watching. He was older. But not by much, probably the same age as me.

"All you students are way too uptight isn't sport supposed to be fun and about enjoying yourself" he had the audacity to say as he pulled himself out of the pool.

His back emerged with many different tattoos covering his back and around his ribcage.

I tried to not openly stare but I am a girl and thanks to my grandfather I was obsessed with tattoos. His skin was beautiful and I would love to trace my fingers all over it.

Jesus. Where did that come from?

" Not when you pay £12 grand" one of the guys muttered. To which the guy just shrugged his shoulders. Jenny rushed to his side with a towel and his clothes.

As the guy dried himself off I could only feel even more annoyed. He not only ruined my mood last night but he's managed to do it here as well. At my work of all places.

" Look, I have training in here now so as much as I respect Jenny bringing family in here I'm going to have to ask you to leave" I said finally realising how much time we were wasting with this clown.

The guy continued to stare. " Yes coach" He fake saluted me as he walked past me with Jenny hot on his tail.

I turned to the rest of the team. " warm-ups, now"

I went back out and into my small office. My mind couldn't stop thinking about his tattoos. Why does he have them and did he get them by the hands of my grandfather?

After two soft knocks on my door. Jenny walks in with her head bowed.

" he's normally really good at leaving before training starts, I'm really sorry Elle" she apologised again for her brother who literally couldn't give a fuck at the major distraction he was causing to my team.

" Is he a student?" I asked her. 

She shook her head. " No, he's an ex-footballer and helps Coach the football team"

Now thinking about it, he does look familiar and I'm wondering if I've seen him play before. In America, my friend who swam professionally as well was obsessed with British football. Soccer was big where I lived but there was just a greater respect for the game of football that was huge in Europe.

I tried not to stress out for the rest of the morning. I turned to the students and started guiding them through today's training. Completely ignoring this guy because it seemed like he enjoyed the attention a little too much.

I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. 

These students were going to be trying out for the championships so they needed to spend every waking minute training. Whether they wanted to or not.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Jenny shoved her brother out the door. The girls didn't spend the whole session staring at him, they actually listened to me as I gave them advice. I was warming up to the students as soon as I realised that they were keen on becoming good swimmers, at a competing level.

They seemed to think that I wasn't going to be serious. I heard some things about their previous coach.

" Guys you have to do some endurance training, if you want to do long-distance swims. Your energy is rubbish" I said when we were finishing up.

They all looked unbelievably exhausted after a very brief training session. Thanks to our delay this morning.

Everyone has the technique but they need to work on other areas so that they can have an advantage over other competitors.