“Are you ready?” I asked Terrence.
“More nervous,” he answered, bouncing between his heels and his toes.
“Don’t be, Coach Daniels is totally cool when it comes to tryouts. Just do what you do best, run.”
Terrence chuckled. “I don’t know, I’m not used to running in the evening.”
“Sorry about that. But trust me, you’re going to do great.”
Terrence rolled his neck and let out a sigh. “Thanks. But it’s your job to tell me that.”
“No, it’s my job to guide you through your tryout. Not to pep talk you. My mentor didn’t pep talk me.”
He laughed and gave me a small smile. “Thanks.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You had to tryout?”
I nodded. “Well, I’m not sure if I had to, but I did anyways.”
“You guys ready down there?” Coach Daniels called from the stands.
“Terrence?” I asked.
He slowly nodded.
“Ready when you are,” I called back up to Coach.
“Alright, go for it.”
“We’re gonna start off with a mile jog. You’re not looking to impress anyone with this time, it’s just to get your body moving.”
“Actually, I’m looking to impress with everything I do,” Terrence corrected me.
“Aren’t you the smart aleck?” I teased, as we rounded the first corner.
“So are you feeling better?”
“For the most part, how bad I look on tour?”
“It slowly got worse. In the gym was when I really got nervous for you.”
“That’s when I really started feeling it.”
“Were you sick?”
I nodded. “Very sick.”
“But now you can practice? Is that smart?”
“Is it smart? Probably not. But no one ever accused me of being smart.”
He laughed. “So if you throw up on me…?”
“It’s your welcome to the team present.”
“I’m not on the team.”
“Yet my friend, yet,” I said, as we rounded the second corner.
“So do you do this before every practice?”
“Every afternoon practice, just to warm-up before we specialize.”
“But you jump hurdles right? So why are you my mentor? I don’t jump hurdles.”
“Because I’m the newest kid on the team. That’s how it works.”
“So the newest kid gets to mentor the next one.”
I nodded. “That’s essentially how it works.”
We talked throughout the entire mile, and Terrence grew on me. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and was actually pretty intelligent.
“Alright, now comes the fun part,” I said, as we crossed the finish line.
“I thought we were already having fun?”
“That’s the warm-up to the fun.”
“So remind me what you do again,” I said, waiting for Coach to give me the go-ahead signal.
“I run the 400,” Terrence said, raising his eyebrows at me. “So why are we waiting again?”
“Waiting for Coach to give me the go-ahead.”
“What’s he doing right now?”
Terrence rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.”
I chuckled. “Nah, he’s just writing down your basic info. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about yet. He could care less about your mile.”
Coach twirled his finger in the air without looking up from his clipboard.
“Alright, that’s our go-ahead,” I said. “So I’m gonna run it with you. I’d let you win, but Coach knows my 400 time, so that would only hurt the two of us.”
“I wouldn’t want you to let me win,” he said. “But since you’re Mason Walker, and you won the 400 at Worlds twice, I know you’ll be a good opponent.”
“Blow the whistle Coach,” I called up, getting into starting position.
Coach blew the whistle, and I took off. I wanted nothing more than to have Terrence beat me, but I knew that there was no way that would happen, as did Coach. Coach wanted to see how Terrence would do under pressure, so logically he’s was going to have Terrence lose.
To give Terrence credit, he kept up with me pretty well. He wasn’t as good as Oliver, my opponent at Worlds two years in a row, but he was still good. Definitely worth a spot on the team in my opinion.
“Line it up,” Coach called, as soon as Terrence crossed the finish line.
“Oh, did I mention he’s testing your endurance as well?” I asked, as we got into starting position.
|Robbie Amell||as Mason Walker|
|Ariana Grande||as Zoe Baker|
|Josie Loren||as Amy|
|Cassie Scerbo||as Brooke|
|Lucy Hale||as Courtney|
|Chelsea Staub||as Kara|