So I have no idea how track Olympic Trials actually work, seeing as though I've never actually BEEN to one, so this is me & Amanda's version of how we think they'd work. Not to be taken to be accurate.
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“Good luck babe,” Zoe said, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I think I need some motivation,” I whispered, pressing my lips to her neck.
She giggled, reaching over and kissing me. “I think you need to a good night’s sleep.”
“Sh.” I reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, kissing her collarbone and down her stomach.
“Mason,” she whispered.
“Come on.”
“Go to bed.”
I jutted out my bottom lip.
“Tomorrow,” she promised, reaching up to kiss me. “After your race.”
I sighed, giving her one last kiss. “But I’m so turned on.”
“Go.”
I groaned, pushing myself off of her and running my fingers through my hair.
“Good night,” she whispered.
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, with a sigh. “Good night.”
She blew me a kiss as I left her hotel room.
I went down the hall and into my own hotel room, plopping down on my bed. I let out a sigh, too riled up to sleep.
But I was banned from going for a run tonight by Maurice, claiming that I needed to save my energy for tomorrow.
I picked up my phone.
“What?” Carson snapped.
“Are you asleep?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go do something,” I urged.
“It’s midnight,” he informed me. “You’re supposed to be in the Olympic Qualifiers tomorrow morning.”
I let out a frustrated groan.
“Go to sleep dumbass.”
“Whatever.” I hung up, pressing my face into a pillow.
But I was too riled up to even think about sleep.
~*~
“You’re ready for this,” Maurice promised.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I’m freaking out!”
He scoffed. “How could you be uncertain? I trained you! You’re ready to walk into the Olympics.”
“My times aren’t consistently with Caleb’s,” I argued.
“You don’t have to beat him in the Qualifiers,” Maurice argued back. “You only have to place in the top three, and you have second on lockdown.”
“I don’t do second Maurice,” I said, hotly.
“Well then get out on that track and prove it to me.”
I got out of the car and met up with Bill. Caleb and Samuel were already there, chatting.
“Hey guys, I said, breezily.
“Hey Mason!” Samuel said, slapping me on the back.
“Hey,” I said, pulling a bottle of water out of my track bag.
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Here to Win Rewrite (Walker Boys Sequel)
Teen FictionCompleted. Mason Walker has always been referred to as the "Olympian" in his family. But now, he actually has a chance for that to finally come true. All the hard work he's put into track, and all the obstacles he's overcome, are finally paying off...
