The Love that Never Was

Swimming Carnival

This was it.
All the practicing at 8am with the fourteen year olds.
As we all lined up ready to get our names ticked off, I saw that guy again.
I stared for a while. And when he turned my way I started reading a advert.
When I saw him glance away, I looked at what I was pretending to read.
" Kick boxing club!"
Yay! now I look like a kick-ass type of girl.
Maybe he will think more of me.
"Jonah Red!" the teacher yelled.
"Hey!" a boy emerged from the crowd with a cheeky smirk on his face. That was him! Jonah! That's his name!
Okay, calm down Charlie. Stay cool.
When my name was finally called out I walked coward with my tens of thousands of bags.
I drop one on one of the boy's feet.
"Watch it!" he yells.
"Sorry!" I say, rolling my eyes.
The boys started to whisper something and laughed.
Glancing at me as I passed.
I sat on the bus and searched for a place with me best friend Amy.
We moved to the back of the bus where Jonah sat.
"Move!" someone yelled.
It was him!
I smiled and did what he said.
I checked the teams when we got there.
Me, Harry, Layla and JONAH!!
JONAH! Doing Butterfly!
Yes!
I need to make myself look good.
"I wake up at 4am to start training and train with the 18 year olds. I'm the best!"
This is not the result I wanted. Jonah and Harry roll their eyes.
I better stop.
"Show off!" they yell.
Layla walks up and Jonah stares.
I repeat the story again to Layla.
She just smiles. That was all I ask for! Just a smile. Even a fake one will do.
The day went well. We came third in our race and the school won. Again.
On the way home on the school bus, I was talking to my friend Rachel.
"And sometimes I see him look at me!" I continue.
"Don't worry," she replies. Like I would be worried. " He looks at everyone."
"No he looks at me special!" I argue.