Vault (boyxboy)

Chapter 11

By monday morning, I had pushed thoughts of the kiss to the back of my mind, I had more important things to worry about like say, landing on my ass for the millionth time that morning.

I don't know what it was but my head just wasn't in it today. It could have been because of the amount of stares I recieved as I walked the corridors in the morning, it seems word had spread about what had happened at the party. I should have known that any gossip involving hunter was as good as what Kim Kardashian had called her baby, I was just glad that I hadn't bumped into him and I was going to keep it that way.

"Come on Kai, you can do these moves in your sleep." Jake said as he watched from beside the floor as I nearly face planted the floor landing a simple double tuck.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" I demanded, sweat was rolling down my forehead and I swiped it with the back of hand.

Jake grinned. "I don't know, watching you land on your ass all morning has been pretty fun."

I flipped him the bird and went to the middle of the floor, I crossed my arm in front of me, using the other to stretch the muscle. I needed to relax, so I did a few more stretches before attempting anything else.

"There a reason you are standing around doing nothing, Jake." My head snapped to the side in time to see Jake flush and look at the floor as coach Wood raised an eyebrow.

"Em.." he stuttered.

"I strongly suggest you stop wasting my time," his eyes narrowed, "Do something productive or leave." Coach Wood said, dismissing him with disapproving eyes.

Shit. I watched Jake practically run away and nervously looked towards Coach, I didn't want him scrutinising me this particular morning when nothing seemed to be going right. He regarded me with slightly narrowed icy green eyes, he looked as though he was deciding something, like as if I was good enough for 'his time' as he put it. He was kind of scaring the shit out of me.

"I want to see the one and half pike into two and a half twist."

Shit.

It was one of my most difficult moves, it's why Coach Carson saw so much potential in me. Of all mornings to show it, it just had to be bloody this one. Thank you god, thanks so much.

"Okay," I said calmly, although my nerves rocketed. I really wanted to impress him, if an olympian saw potential in me then my chances of making it increased and with this in mind I determinedly walked to the edge of floor, I could do this perfectly. I would do this bloody perfectly.

At the edge of the floor, I calmed my breathing and focused. Flat out running, I through myself precisely into the the one and a half pike, touching down with enough power to fly into the two and a half twist, I landed with only a slight wobble, having to put my foot back to gain balance. Pretty nicely done if I do say so myself.

"It needs work."

And just like that, my spirits deflated like a popped balloon.

"But.." he continued, "with work I think you have potential to be chosen for national training."

My eyes went wide with hope, a warmth spreading through me. Every year, between two and three guys and girls were chosen to do national training here and in probably every other national league gymnatics gyms, it meant more private and intense training for the potentials that would compete to be on the national team for worlds. Excitement boiled up in me and I grinned hugely.

A glint of amusement passed Coach Wood's eyes before his eyes became stern and expressionless again, "It's going to take a lot of work. No distractions, not much time for a social life."