“I’d Love To See You Try”
"You have 30 seconds to get in the pool everyone! Anyone left out gives me 3 push-ups for every 10 seconds their late!" Coach Travis's voice boomed throughout the pool area.
I slowly pull off my black sweat pants and fold them nice and neat taking my time.
"Home-girl get in! You have 15 seconds!" Coach Travis yells to me, yep, he just said 'home-girl',he's weird like that.
I pull of my sweat shirt and grab my bag with my equipment. I start gathering my hair at the top of my head into a high bun.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I reply to my coach.
I pull out my cap and goggles and gesture to my coach to help me with putting it on. He gives me a hand and tells me to get in again. Eliot comes into the wall in front of me. He stops and looks up at me.
"Get it the water!" He yells up to me.
I continue to tuck baby hairs into my cap and ignore him. Eliot starts to get really mad tends to have anger problems.
He yells at me again, "Get in the pool or I'll push you in!" I lean close to his face.
"I'd love to see u try," I say just loud enough for him to hear.
He starts to get out of the pool. I now have a lot of my teammates attention. Most have stopped their warm-up to see what was happening. I place my goggles on and as soon as Eliot gets out of the water I dive in. I stand up in the water and mouth to him 'suck my ass' and swim my warm-up.
Practice is pretty much a blur. Eliot keeps kicking me in the boobs when I'm under water but he thinks its my ribs. It doesn't hurt though, don't worry. Coach Travis tells us practice is over and I hop out. I walk over to my bag and pull out my phone. I have 3 missed calls and 6 messages. They are all from one of my best friend Xan. The messages say:
Hello?
Xana:We have choir concert tonight!
Xana:Where are you and Eliot?
Xana:Don’t make babies!
Xana:U missed the concert dude, way to go.
Xana: There was an awkward silence at your part.
I roll my eyes and giggle to myself, someone sneaks up behind me and coils their arms around my waist and rests their chin on my head. They whisper into my ear softly,
“You missed the concert, but it was worth seeing you in a bathing suit again.”
I know that british accent anywhere. It was Joe. Joe is really..Joe. He is a major player and a flirt. I turn around roll my eyes and push him off me.
“Yeah Xan spammed me.” I reply to him.
As I pull on my sweat pants he responds,
“I know i was reading over your shoulder,” he laughs,
“You and Eliot were making babies huh?” We both laughs when he says that last part.
My phone rings and I pull out my phone to read the message. It’s from my mom and she says she can’t pick me up because she is at a work dinner with my dad.
“Eliot can you drive me home?” I ask glancing up from my phone.
He was pulling his sweatshirt over his 6 pack.
