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After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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"I really think you should come with us." Elle chirps from her position on my bed. She picks up her phone once again, her eyes darting between me and the device. It doesn't take a genius to realise she's informing the other two about how it's going in here. I roll my eyes at her, getting up from my lotus position and going into the vrikshasana. I shift all my weight onto my left leg before raising my hands over my head. "At least think about it."
I already thought about my friends offer to drag me along to yet another wild night out in the name of loosening up and my answer's the same as the last time Shadé barged in here to announce that she got us VIP passes to some club outside of campus. They somehow thought coming in here one at a great time to convince me would work but I've had no problem saying no to the last two, my answer to Elle wouldn't be different.
I let out a deep breath as I try to concentrate on meditating. But I can't-not when she's here watching my every move like she's scared I'm going to break a bone.
I'm scared I'm going to break a bone.
"Are you sure this is how to meditate?" Her blue eyes are watching me wearily as I wobble in my position "Have you even done this before?"
"No." I answer through gritted teeth as I try to maintain my balance. Let me just say, it's a little bit harder than I thought it would be. Everyone on YouTube make it look easier than it actually is. "But it's supposed to be relaxing."
"You don't look relaxed Lorraine." Elle's eyebrows creases with worry as she winces "you look like you're suffering. I think you should stop."
"No. I'm fine." I reply stubbornly. "I deserve this."
"You sound like you're punishing yourself." I can see Elle rolling her eyes dramatically from the corner of my eyes "wait, are you punishing yourself?"
"No. Why would I do that?"
"What have you done?" Elle insists, clearly not buying into my bullshit. She drops her phone on my bed, her full attention on me. Knowing there's no way I'd get out of this without telling her how much I've screwed up, I drop my hands causing them to burn by my sides.
I drag my distraught body to my bed, pulling up my workout leggings as I do so before dumping myself next to Elle with a relieved sigh "whoever said meditating helps you relax needs to be stoned to death."
"It is relaxing, you just don't know how to do it."
"Can't meditate. Add that to the list of reasons why I'm an epic failure." I mumble bitterly, rolling onto my back so that I'm facing the ceiling. I can't bring myself to look at Elle as I tell her that I messed up my interview with Charlie Murtaugh and I have nothing to give to my crazy ass Editor who would definitely take away my internship. I really thought I'd survive that internship for at least two months. But one week? That's disappointing, even for me.
