***This book does have a prequel. It's called "I can see you." You do not need to read that book to read this one. I'd prefer you read this one first.****
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She's an Olympic champion who likes the shadows. A girl who wanted to stay on the...
"I was running at my full speed. And you haven't broken a sweat. Who are you?"
I scoff. "I said I'm Izzy. And if that was your full speed you need to work on that."
"Don't tell me what I need to work on unless you've been on an Olympic track." He mutters.
"Perfect, you're breathing all wrong, you practice your speed when you should be training your pace-"
"Did you not hear me say unless you've been on an Olympic track that you shouldn't tell me what to work on." He grumbles.
I laugh, "well then, you're lucky. I have been on that Olympic track you heard of. I was there last year. And I won gold for the heptathlon, so have some respect will you."
He stands, "What did you say your name was?"
Is this guy hard of hearing? "I am Isabella Jackson get that into your thick skull!" I yell way too loud.
"Isabella Jackson!" We hear. We turn our head and I see a bunch of kids running towards us.
"Joey run." I grab his hand.
We run to the training centre.
"Theresa he's with me!" I yell at the receptionist.
We run in one of the recovery rooms.
"I'm really sorry about that. I try to keep a low profile that's why I moved to Toronto." I say catching my breath. I was born in Prince Edward Island. I was a small-town girl who got a great opportunity at the age of 10 and when you live in a small place news travels fast. My family moved to Toronto and the rest of it is history.
"You're Isabella Jackson. You are an Olympic gold medallist. You are one of the only women to reach that high in points. I ran away from fans chasing Isabella Jackson." Joey whispers to himself, trying to let it all sink in.
I'm just a normal girl who likes to run and jump and throw things. I'm still human. I avoid social media because I still want my life.
The media jumps at the chance to see me because I'm so off the grid. Well, I'm sorry I don't want to be found.
"Hold up. Aren't you like famous and rich? Why are you so desperate to live in a banged-up apartment?"
"Joey I enjoy being in control of my life. Yes, I have a decent amount of money, but not that much because I avoid the public eye. When fame hits you, you don't get your life back. Right now I can walk into a McDonald's without having a swarm of people around me, or bodyguards protecting me. But once I say the name people recognize me and my life is gone for that moment."
"Aren't you with Amarion Jacobs?"
I sigh, "I was with him... I broke up with him last night."
I can tell he wants to ask but won't push it. "He lives here too?"
I nod.
"Isa-Izzy." He takes a breath. "Izzy I don't think I can let you stay with me."
I won't go down without a fight. "Now that I think about it... I've seen you, Joey. You lost to Amarion at championships. I got him to the Olympics. I can do the same for you. Give me a place and you'll be on that world stage."
Joey looks tempted to accept. If he does this can be my revenge.
"You know what? You got a deal." We shake on it.
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Well it's Tuesday.
The way I'm tempted to post the whole book right now is serious...
