Ok, so I realized that in the last chapter I switched POV a lot. I didn't mean to, it just happened, so I'll try to do better this time, enjoy.
I pulled into the driveway of a large brick mansion with a sprawling green lawn in the nicer part of Charleston. Parking, I nearly jumped from the seat and rushed inside as fast as my legs on my tall heels would carry me.
Upon entering the large front hallway, with a extravagant marble staircase leading to the second floor, I walked to my right past a side table with a vase of white roses into the open living room with a black leather couch and several comfy chairs facing a flat screen tv above a bookshelf with several pictures on top.
Standing in the middle of this ornate room was a middle aged man with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes in an expensive suit. He tapped away at a phone with one hand in his pocket.
"Daddy!" I squealed, catching his attention as I ran into his arms.
"Hey there princess." He said, ruffling my hair and tweaking my nose like he always did when he was home. "Have a good day?" I nodded, smiling up at him. He smiled back.
My dad was the CEO of a large publishing firm, they recently transferred him to Charleston so he could work in the main office instead of the small town we used to live in.
"How was the office?" I asked, up until today, he'd never actually been to the office, preferring to work from home in the comfort of his own personal office.
"Spacious, overly so. Come on, dinner tonight is chicken and dumplins." I clapped in excitement and followed him through the ornate dining room complete with a crystal chandelier and eight person table into the kitchen. Glancing around at all the pots and pans hanging everywhere in the cream coloured space, I made my way to a smaller wooden table where we are most of our meals.
Unlike most rich people, my dad really liked to cook, so whenever he was home and not working he'd make something himself. Most of the time we had a personal chef make everything.
Sitting in the cushioned chairs around the table he set a large bowl and spoon in front of me and I began to dig in.
"Did you have a good day at school?" He asked, sitting next to me with his own bowl and setting his phone next to him.
"I did," I told him, leaning forward slightly, "there is this boy in some of my classes who had caught my eye, today I talked to him and he seems to be opening up some." He nodded then glanced down at his phone when it off, a spoon halfway to his mouth.
"Oh, sorry honey I have to take this, it's the office." He said, answering the call and walking out, leaving me to eat in silence. I sighed but continued to spoon food into my mouth until my bowl was empty, then I stood up and left for my room.
My room was the fourth on the right in the second floor of our expensive house. The wall was yellow and the bed a with pastel pink comforter was in the middle, a white desk held a lamp and several notebooks, a shelf of drawers had trophies sitting on top as well as some framed pictures from the photographers my father had hired to go to my sports games when I was little.
When I was younger I joined every sports team under the sun hoping that one of them might interest dad enough that he would take a day off to come watch me play. I did swimming, soccer, softball, basketball, archery, volleyball, track and field, lacrosse, golf, and even tennis.
But every time I would look hopefully into the stands to see if dad had shown up it would just be our regular photographer Jana, waving and giving me a thumbs up while she held up the camera.
That's not to say I didn't try any at the sports played, no, I had my dad's competitive nature to thank for that, in fact, it was always when the coach started asking me about future scholarships and furthering my career that I would quit and move on to something else.
Looking at a picture of me kicking the winning goal at a soccer game when I was 12, I sighed and moved to my reading corner. A window seat with a white frame and pink cushions had a large white bookshelf next to it and when I sat down I could see my into the mirror on my vanity across the room.
Looking out the window at our expansive backyard, I figured it was time to get started on homework.
Sang and the guys had gathered at Kota's house for homework after school.
"Hey, Kota. Who was that girl that waved at you as we were headed out?" Nathan said suddenly putting down his math book on the floor.
"Uh, this girl from some of my classes, May something I think." Kota replied, scratching the back of his head at his desk.
"Now that you mention it, she's in my gym class," Sang said from where she sat on the bed, "I don't think she likes me very much."
"Oh yeah, I remember her now." Nathan said, "She's the one that was really good at basketball. Tall, blonde, pale?" He asked, causing Sang to nod while she bit bottom lip and scribbled in her notebook.
"Yeah, that's the one." She mumbled.
"Why do you think she doesn't like you Sang?" Kota asked, spinning his chair around to face her.
She thought about it for a minute, her finger finding it's way to her bottom lip, "She just sent off that vibe, like she didn't like me or something. Earlier in gym while we were waiting for all the girls before walking out together like we usually do she gave me this look, and walked out by herself." She recounted.
"Oh so that was her!" Nathan exclaimed suddenly, "I saw when she did that, usually all the girls ignore the guys when they do catcalls and stuff but she just played right along, blowing them kisses and stuff. I wasn't really paying attention but that was odd to me."
"She sounds like trouble." Kota put in suddenly, "In one of my classes she sits in front of me and today she turned around and was trying to chat with me." He said in a slightly annoyed tone.
"Maybe she was just trying to be friendly?" Sang suggested, he turned back to his desk.
"Yeah, maybe."
I finished my homework in no time at all then checked my phone. Perfect, plenty of time to get to practice.
Out of all the sports I had done in my 16 years of existence, the only one I'd ever even considered doing professionally and for college and anything else was swimming. I joined at 11, dropped out after two seasons for track, but when even that didn't attract my dad's attention I went back to swimming, determined to do it not only for him but for me too.
I was never really good at track anyway, I broke my ankle at twelve and since then I've had problems with both of them and my knees too, running only made it worse.
This was my first practice with the teams here, I had signed up for the high school swim team, which practiced two nights and two mornings a week. I would be practicing with the USA team once their season starts in a few weeks, but until then this will do.
I finished packing my bag and swung it over my shoulder before walking down the stairs in my old high school team's sweatpants and a meet tee shirt with black sneakers. I got to the door and called a goodbye to my dad. I hesitated but got no answer before I opened the door and walked to my car.
I threw my bag in the passenger seat and put the top up before I went on my way. About halfway there my phone started ringing, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and hit accept.
"Hello?" I said.
'May? OMG it's been so long since I've been able to talk to you! Texting just isn't enough! What are you doing? HOW are you doing? Do you like Charleston?' I laughed at the hyper voice of my best friend.
"Hailey, it's good to hear from you too! Charleston is good, there is a really cute guy in my classes at school so that is a bonus. I'm actually on my way to the first swim practice right now." I told her.
'Yay! You're gonna show them how it's done in Kentucky right?'
"Oh you bet, the coach told me at tryouts that he was gonna put me in the slowest lane so I can work my way up" I told her with amusement in my voice.
'The slowest lane?! Does he know that you hold six team records back home?' She asked, I laughed and told her he didn't. We chatted until I pulled in the school's parking lot where we said our goodbyes and hung up before climbing out of the car with my bag. Walking into the school I made my way to the pool at the back of the building.
Rounding a corner, I collided with a tall body. Stumbling back I nearly fell before he reached out and caught my arm, helping to balance me. He had dark hair and a scary looking face coupled with a ton of muscles.
"Sorry." He said in a gruff voice, he was sweaty and looked like he had just been running, he must be on the football team, this is on the way to the locker rooms I think.
"No problem." I said, watching as he walked around me without another word. Weird.
I shrugged and then attempted to go on my way. I say attempted because I once again ran into someone. His hands went to my shoulders to steady me and I looked up to see who I had bumped. Another sweaty football player, great.
"Woah, sorry, didn't see you there, are you ok?" He asked. Well at least this one was more polite. He had soft brown hair that was cleanly cut around his ears, he watched me with slightly concerned blue-gray eyes. his broad shoulders prevented me from seeing past him at all.
"Oh, uh yeah, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." I said as I stepped out of his grasp, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. He saw and read my shirt.
"Swim team? Cool, I'm Rocky, who are you? I don't think I've seen you around before." He said, flashing me a handsome smile that had me smiling back before I could even think about doing it.
"I'm May, May Collins." I answered quickly, "I have to go now, I've got practice." I told him, wait, why was I explaining why I had to go to him?! I just met him, he doesn't need to know!
"Cool, sorry again and see you later." He said, going in the direction the other guy had gone. Double weird.
I went on my way and tried to shake thoughts of Rocky and that weird guy out of my head. Well, mostly Rocky, but it was harder than I thought.
Hey guys! I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to update! My tablet that I usually use to get on here with got broken so I couldn't get on, then I forgot my password for a while but now I know my password and swim season ended yesterday so hopefully I will be able to have more chances to write using my mom's laptop or my phone (which is annoying and takes forever so I'm sorry) but I'll try for you guys!
I'm not dead! and I hope you guys liked this chapter, I'm gonna say that I don't know if Ashley Waters has a pool and if I had to guess I'd say that it doesn't but for this story it does, I'm a swimmer so if you haven't noticed in pretty much every story of mine I have an OC who is a swimmer unless it's a one shot or something.
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