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Track Tryouts - Corbyn Besson

Just a disclaimer before you begin, I know NOTHING about track so I'm sorry if some of this doesn't make sense😂

Izzy's POV

I walked into tryouts for the school's track team. I've always loved track, it's just been a hobby of mine.

"Hello Izzy! Here to try out?" My best friend, Megan, asked.

"Yeah, I hope I'll make it," I sighed.

"Oh please, have you seen yourself? You're amazing!" Megan exclaimed.

"Thanks Meg, I better go warm up," I said then walked off.

I rolled out my wrists and ankles then stretched out my arms and legs.

I looked over to the sand pit and saw a guy doing long jump. He's really good.

I slowly walked over to the sandpit and realized that it's Corbyn Besson, the biggest jock in the school.

But he's not a regular jock, he doesn't fit the f-boy and tough criteria, he's an actual softie on the inside.

I continued watching him in awe.

When he finished a jump he walked over to me with a smile.

"Hey! I saw you watching me," he said as he stood beside me.

"Yeah, you're really good," I explained.

"Thanks!" he said happily.

"I struggle quite a bit in long jump," I explained.

"Stay after practice, I'll help you," he suggested.

"Ok, sounds good."

*after practice*

I walked over to the sand pit and saw Corbyn waiting for me.

"Hey Corbyn!" I said.

"Hey! You ready?"

"Yup!"

*after practice bc I have no idea what to write*

"Thanks Corbyn, it helped a lot," I said as I packed up my things.

"Yeah no problem!" he replied with a smile.

"I should go now, see you later Corbyn," I said as I started to walk off.