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Nicky's P.O.V.
Worlds have finally arrived.
Sitting in the chair next to Austin Tucker on the NGO's private jet was not what I wanted. He kept rambling on and on about how he'll win Worlds, again and all the "hot chicks" that will be at the hotel. At one point during our conversation, rather his conversation, I really wanted to punch him in the face. He still thinks I'm the runner-up to him in all aspects of his egotistical life. I nearly dosed off but he said that one word, and I snapped awake.
"I'm sorry, what?" I inquired.
"Russo, did you fall asleep again? Listen to me," Austin said turning his head towards me. "Kaylie, she's something. I think I'm falling for her and I think she feels the same way too."
"I've seen the type of girls you 'go out' with. Kaylie's not one of them."
"Yeah, but there's just something about her that makes me pay attention to every single thing she does. I must be going crazy."
I quickly tuned out of this conversation before I say something I regret.
I was hanging by the pool and that's when I saw her, standing on the side looking at Austin. Austin was portraying his alter ego Mr. Kobalt – he was in the pool surrounded by young and hot looking females. "So tell us about your love life, do you have a girlfriend?" A reporter asked. I quickly glanced at Kaylie and saw her tense. I kept my eyes on her and suddenly I saw sadness flash across her face, I saw Austin kissing two women. I can tell Kaylie was heartbroken. Before I knew it, the palm of my hand began to hurt and I looked down to see why, and my fingernails were dug into my palm, veins ready to pop out.
I found myself take a step forward and walking towards Austin but he quickly stepped out of the pool and ran after Kaylie.
Day one of the female's Worlds was rather disappointing. Kaylie took a big step after her vault landing. They girls barely made it through the finals. Seeing Kaylie perform this poorly made my heart hurt. She's not like this. I've seen her train before and this is not the Kaylie Cruz I know.
Words flew that Kaylie asked for a press conference. I came but stayed behind the curtains, out of plain sight. I couldn't really hear what she was saying but a phrase struck me like lightning, "I have an eating disorder…"
I can't believe it. How could I not have seen that my Princess was suffering anorexia? I could barely sleep that night, worrying about Kaylie. She must be better if Sasha allowed her to participate in Worlds.
Kaylie was in for Payson on floor. Kaylie, my vulnerable Princess. I could not take my eyes off her when she was performing her routine, a word came to my mind: flawless. She was flawless, she was perfect. USA won, because of her flawless routine. They won because of her, the girl that had an eating disorder. Her gymnastics is better; she's better. Seeing her up on the highest podium was a dream. Her smile shone brightly as was her best friends Lauren Tanner's, Payson Keeler's and Kelly Parker's. They finally did it. They won. Kaylie helped USA go down in history with the best comeback of the decade.
After the medals, everyone, including fellow competitors, was congratulating the USA team. Kaylie was pulled into an interview with ESPN but she kept looking around for someone. Her eyes then fixed on what she was looking for, I followed her gaze and mine landed on no other than my fellow teammate, Austin Tucker. She ran towards him, she ran and left the ESPN crew following her. She jumped into his arms, not mine. My heart sank.
Reporters began swarming them, one asked: "Austin Tucker, there's nothing between you and Kaylie Cruz is there?"
"Oh, Mr. Kobalt doesn't have a girlfriend does he?" Another asked.
Before she could say anything or before I could interrupt their moment, he said, "Yes, yes I do. If she'll have me." My eyes darted down to her face. She smiled and nodded. He said something that I couldn't quite hear and next thing I knew, he kissed her. His lips were on hers. Not mine. I lost her. My heart shattered. I said underneath my breath, "Maybe you have her now, but Austin Tucker, get ready to have your girl taken away from you."
I turned around and headed towards the bar. Once I found a stool, I whipped out my phone and scrolled through my contacts list for the name I was looking for.
"Marty," I said into my phone, "I'm leaving Denver Elite."