Forever Love Sick

Going for the Gold

        It was only October, but the festivity were beginning. Girls were being catty. Boys were playing mind games. The smell of fresh tears filled the air. The on goers watched with disdain as the competitors fought each other for the gold. The asshole Olympics were in full swing. A small brunette is flirting with a tall boy. It all seems like a normal scene until a competitor approaches and it begins. The hallway turns into an Olympic track and the boys take their places. The competitor smiles confident that he will win even as others enter the arena and take their positions.

        The competitor crouches down. The fire in his eyes ignites as he sets his sights on his target. The small brunette smiles from a far. He can barely see her second face from where he is. The gun goes up in the air and he's ready to go. He's so sure he'll win that he doesn't even look at the others line up near him. However, they've been training longer than him and they're ready to do whatever they can to win. The gun goes off and they sprint. Pushing harder and harder. Jumping every cute unknowing obstacle in their way until they are half way to her. Push. Push. They push harder eventually kicking the obstacle leaving a trail of tears behind.

        A yell riples through the air. Someone in front of him disappears into the track. A gasp booms from the crowd. He didn't expect the traps. He stalls for a moment then he starts up faster than before. He has to beat the few people in front of him. He has too. He pushes as hard as he can but she's walking forward. The finish line moves with her as if they are one. What is she doing? He needs all the time he can to catch up. He tries to push hard but he can't. He kicks the last obstacle in the face and she lets out a screech.

It's too late.

        The winner crosses the finish line to get his prize and she kneels before him. The competitor is stunned. He lost.  He wants to punch the air and scream and kick because he's never wanted anything more in his life. Colorful squares fall from the sky but it's not confetti. He reached out a hand and one lands on it. The prize opens one up and smiles at her winner. Was that really what he was fighting for?

        The cheering dies down and the lights start to dim. He looks back at the obstacles he left broken in his wake. They all looked the same except one.  She was broken, crying and inconsolable. He looks back the prize as she batted her eyes at the winner. Maybe he'd get it next time.