Deep Ink Love

Missie

Finally the 800 meter is over. I'm on the track team for my school and I'm not saying I hate it but I don't particularly enjoy it. Don't get me wrong it's fun. You get to meet so many different people that also like running, but it still tires me out even though I've done track since 6th grade. I rush over to grab some gatorade before having to race in the 1500 meter. "Guess who was looking at you during the race!" exclaimed my best friend of seven years, Claire. She swears that my crush, Alex, likes me. "I see the way he looks at you!" she always says. "I'm over him." I say taking a swig of my Gatorade and looking over at him. He is reaching for something in the bleachers when i notice it. there is a circle on his arm with little dots on it that looks just like my tattoo. Alex notices me looking at it and we make eye contact. I can feel my face heating up. I think I am going to pass out. Alex then briskly walked away and Coach called my name indicating that it is time to line up for the 1500 meter.