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Chapter 2

"YOU'RE JOINING THAT TRACK TEAM!" Emma states loudly as she jumps onto my bed.I shrug and sit in my chair. She raises her eyebrow.

"I don't know...I'll probably just be slow as fuck and embarrass myself in front of the rest of the track girls." I exclaim. I hold a finger up to give Emma a sign that she's not allowed to talk until I'm finished what I'm going to say.

"He's probably too old for me anyways."I say.

"Okay, he's at least 24 or 25." Emma says.

"Ya, that's too old for me. I'm 17, Emma."

"Doesn't mean you can't date someone older than you."

Before I can say something Emma interrupts me.

"Besides the age of consent in Ireland is 17. So you're good." She winks and gives me a tight pair of yoga pants and an expensive work out shirt to put on before I go sign up today. I don't forget my shoes that were $90 that I bought just for this moment.

"Go get em' bitch." I gave her an annoyed face and she smiles.

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So, I got accepted. I head down to the track field and I see all the girls stretching and giggling with each other. I really wish Emma would have signed up with me.I walk closer and closer to the group, and as I get closer to them, they all stare at me.My anxiety kicks in and it feels like i'm going through a hot flash. The green haired coach turns around and sees; a big smile plants on his face.

" Y/N", come over here." He motions me to come stand by him. Once I'm standing to him, I don't feel nervous anymore. I don't know why.I feel comfortable instead.I hear a couple of the girls talking about me.

"She's totally going to mess up."

"She'd might as well just quit now."

I ignore what they're saying and I wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep calm. The coach looks down at me and pulls his eyebrows together. He notices my anxiety.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asks and grabs a hold of my arm, gently pulling me to the bleachers. I breathe in deeply, in and out. I start to scratch at my wrists. That's my terrible habit when I get anxious. I scratch at my wrists until I feel a burning sensation which leads to being able to see blood.

"Sorry, I'm just really nervous."I choke down the want that I have to cry. There's a certain point to where I get so much anxiety, I just break down and cry. I tend to feel that a lot.

He sets his hand on the back of my neck and rubs it gently.

"You're going to do fine." He says to me quietly so none of the girls here.I nod and we both walk back to the track and I look at the girls again. They all have a disgust on their face. I know why. They're jealous.

"Coach Jack," one of the girls call for him. She waves to get his attention easier.

"What Debby," he replies. He almost sounds annoyed. That's quick. Maybe she's one of those try-hard girls...like Emma. So his name is Jack; cute.

"Do you think we should let the noob go first?" She asks with a cocky face and the other girls laugh with her.

"Go run a mile." He states and her mouth opens wide in shock. I try not to giggle, but I can't help it. I end up giggling slightly and she looks at me furiously. I gulp and stare at her. I'm not letting her win.

"Can you stop staring at me and go do your mile?" I ask in a sarcastic girl voice.

I can see her face getting red. Her true self is finally showing. She's got to be one of the Devil's side bitch.

One of the girls walks to me as I'm sitting down and stretching. She bends down onto her knees.

"Be careful with what you say here. They will bring hell to you." She gets up and walks away like the perky girl she is. I roll my eyes and stand up. Jack walks over to me.

"You're up next. Show me what you've got." He smiles and I slowly walk to the spot where I start to run. Fuck, I don't want to embarrass myself. He blows the whistle and I start to pick up speed as I go past each number. Soon enough I'm already half way done, then another 30 seconds go by and I finished. It was hard to breathe and my throat was dry, but I got it done. Jack claps his hands and slowly walks over to me with his water bottle. He offers it to me. He's going to let me drink from His water bottle? I really hope he doesn't give it to other girls. I take it, but I don't use my lips. I hand it back and smile.

"Thanks," I say and walk towards my backpack.

"That's it girls, head home, but don't forget your stretches. I expect you to know them tomorrow." He yells as they walk away.

I head into the girls locker room and grab the clothes I wore this morning and throw my track clothes into the locker. I start to take my clothes off, and before I undo my bra I hear footsteps. I turn around and Jack walks over and notices me. He stares at me and I stare at him. It's quiet. He walks closer to me and leans against the locker. I don't know what to say. Emma and I were talking about him and what he could possibly do. Maybe I should find out, if that's what is happening right now. He gently pins me to the locker and brushes his lips against mine.

"I've been looking at you. I see you around school sometimes. I'll talk to teachers, but then I see you and I end up staring at you instead. There's something about you that I like, Y/N. And I want to find out what it is." He says and presses his lips to mine and I don't pull away. I bet every girl on the track team dream about doing this with him. I set my hands on his chest and bundle his shirt in my fists and he continues to kiss me. He grabs a hold of my butt and rubs it gently and I grip the back of his neck tightly. He releases my lips from mine. He breathes softly as he backs away with a smirk on his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow after school, Y/N." He winks and walks out of the locker room.I stand there with my eyes wide open in shock. What the hell just happened? I mean I enjoyed it, but what the hell?I quickly change and run home.