TRIS
It's hot for September. The fiery red sun warms the back of my black t-shirt as Christina and I step onto the track. I feel at home.
"So how was your day?" She asks tying her shoe.
"Fine! Why does everyone care if I'm alright or not!?" I yell. She gives me a look.
"I just wanted to know how your day was," She pauses and stands up over me. Her long, tan legs bend up with her. "What's going on Tris?" She asks.
"Nothing!" I yell. A shrill sound pierces the air. Coach Nelson. Christina and I start jogging around the orange track that surrounds the football field.
The players run out from the locker room ready for tryouts. Automatically I try to find Tobias. "Look at that one. He's supper cute." Christina says simpering. She points to number fifteen a tall blonde boy.
"Do you know him?" I ask. We pass the field goal post as the players look at us. Christina flirtatiously waves but I keep jogging.
"I wish." Number fifteen watches her and keeps their eyes locked until Christina looks at me.
"Wanna race?" She asks looking me seriously. I know this is challenge. She doesn't care about racing me, but wanting to impress the football players.
But to me, Tobias is the only one that matters.
"You're on!" I say. We take our marks.
"Ready. Set." She breathes,
"GO!" Someone yells.
I shot up and sprint around the track. I can feel Christina's bursting presence behind me but I don't look back. It'll only slow me down.
I feel my hair fly behind me as I run.
Tobias, didn't remember you. Run faster. "See ya round." Run. Faster. Dreamy, sleeping deep blue eyes. Climbing trees running around with your best friend. Run. Even. Faster.
The track hits my knee. "Crap!" I yell as Christina runs past me.
I get up and run after her, ignoring the throbbing pain in my knee. I can feel the blood trickle down onto my leg, but I continue on.
"I win!" Christina yells throwing her arms in the air.
I shove her lightly. "Only because I fell!"
She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "Is he looking at me?" She asks keeping her eyes focused on the bleachers and not the field.
I turn over to the mass of football players. "Number fifteen is. And so are the rest of them." I mutter. Except number four. Number four is looking at me.
His large hand moves over the facemask of his helmet as he pulls it off his head. I see the dark brown hair covered in sweat, and the blue eyes that our locked with mine. "Tris?" He yells.
The whistle bores through the air and Coach Nelson shouts at them. They get in groups doing push-ups and other random drills.
"So he was really looking at me?" Christina asks giddily.
I roll my eyes and snort. "Yes Christina. Number fifteen was looking at you. Can we move on?"
She looks mildly stunned, but continues on. We start jogging around the track again. "Who's the cute new guy?" She asks.
I crane my neck and see Tobias. "Who number Four?" I ask.
She nods. "He's looking at you."
I turn my head to see if it's true but Christina swats me away. "Don't look." She says.
But when we start running again, I see his is looking at me.
Maybe he remembers more than he thought.
