Summer Before Her (Completed)

5- It Always catches up to you

Kirsten's POV

"Okay Class, the time is up pens down, hand in your papers" called out Mr.Cyr as he walked down the rows collecting our pop quiz.

I hastily reviewed my paper, I had managed to answer all the questions but it still felt lacking--"Bravermen, hand in your paper" Ah, there goes it.

I turned to look at Novak, who was still scribbling away at the speed of light as Mr.Cyr impatiently tapped his feet--"Novak, Great attempt but time is of the essence, hand it in" he ordered.

After a few more silent moments, Novak handed him the paper and his face neutralized back to the blank slate.
"How did it go?" I asked.
"Eh, it was well" he responded casually as he reclined back into his seat, his eyes watching into the distance, a slight smirk dancing on his lips as if he was pleased. Maybe his test really did go very well.

I followed his line of sight to figure out what amused him and I was oh so wrong about my earlier assumption.

My ex-best friend and (sadly) the track team captain was bent over the Mr.Cyr's desk as she penned down something. Half of her behind was on display along with her sequined thongs. Who wears sequined thongs? Does it not poke and itch? Ugh.

Every single guy's eyes were glued to her, and Novak was no different. I was having a bloody conversation with him and this is what was more amusing. Just great. Effing Great.

I sat there, giving 100% of my attention to Mr.Cyr's words for the rest of the class.

**

The last bell of the day went off and I was more than ready to hit the bed, 8 hrs is too much work.

As I turned around the corner, I walked right into someone, 'Uh sorry' i uttered, collecting myself.

It was Stacy.
The ex-best friend from middle school, the current track team captain, a title that used to be mine. Despite our differences, Stacy kept it together when track was involved.

"Oh Hi! Kirsten, haven't seen you around. Tryouts are in an hour, see you there" she greeted.

"Heyyy Stacy, yeah, about that, I can't make it" I responded hesitantly.

"wait what? Why can't you make it? I thought you said you wanted a short break from the team, are you just never gonna run for the school again" she questioned worriedly.

"I have other plans Stacy, its senior year, it's now or never and I need to get into a good college" I reasoned.

"You are one of the best runners we have, heck, you are our best runner, you do know that scouts are gonna be here this year, you will make it to college on a scholarship," she said.

"I am sorry Stacy, I gotta go, best of luck for the tryouts," I said bidding her adieu.

"We will miss you Kirsten and you are always welcome to join us" she replied.

I walked through the crowd with my shoulder slumped, a head heavy with ache and a body that longed for a bed.

Suddenly I am engulfed into a giant bear hug, his scent enveloping me, as he whispers "You wish I was your loverboy"

"FREDDDDD, I am suffocating" I yell, my free hand reaching around to thump him on his back as I struggle to free myself.

He just laughs and keeps me in that hold, and tortures me by saying 'Tell everyone you Only love Fred'
"Nooooooo, I hateee Fred, let me go, you monster" I tease.

"no no, not until you accept it, tell me you only love Fred"

"Fineee, I only love Fred" I give up.