Hey, you guys! Sorry for not updating in a while. The new semester started, and I'm still getting into the flow of things for the most part (gotta find time to type up any and all stories. Stupid schedule changed on me). However, now you may enjoy the next addition to The Abused Track Star.

Disclaimer: I think I've pretty much made it obvious I am not James Patterson.

Chapter three: Max

I ran all the way to the girl dorms, cursing myself along the way. Why would I just up and tell him that?! I have friends who do not know a shred of information about what happened with my high school coach! And I just told that sarcastic bastard the basics of it! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…!

"Hey, slow down there! Where's the fire?!" a male voice said just as I slammed into a hard chest. Hands caught me around the elbows, and I looked up into really pretty blue eyes. "Are you alright?" the voice continued.

"Uh…." I coughed, clearing up the weirdly jittery knot in my throat that had formed there when I first laid eyes on the boy. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. You know, for catching me, not asking if…." I'm blabbering. Oh my goodness, since when do I blabber?!

"You're welcome. You seemed to be in a rush, which I guess is why you bumped into me." I gulped as he smiled.

"Yeah, that's why. Um…. I'm Max. I just transferred here from the University of Cali."

"Dylan. Welcome to U. of Arizona. I bet you're that track star no runner could stop talking about since your practice ended."

"If you mean the one that smoked Walker, then yes."

"You beat Nicholas Walker in a full mile run?! I thought that was a lie! No one can beat him: he's like the god of the mile run!"

"Nope, it's very much true. And I've been told I'm the goddess of the mile run, and goddesses are always better than gods." Realizing he still had me in his arms from when he had caught me, I backed away from him, blushing lightly. "He didn't believe it either, and he was my opponent."

"Dylan, we have rehearsal!" a female voice suddenly butts in. He seemed reluctant to go.

"Look, there's going to be a concert tonight in the stadium on campus. You should come with me. I have two tickets since I won a contest." I bit my lower lip and nodded.

"Yeah, ok. What time should I meet you?"

"Meet me in your dorm lobby at seven thirty." I nodded, and he captured my hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Max." He kissed the back of my hand.

"You as well, Dylan," I breathed. At the girl's second call, he jogged away, leaving me standing there in a daze.

I just agreed to meet up with a really cute blond guy to go to a concert.

….

Is it a date?

~Line Break~

That was totally a date.

How do I know? Well, first of all, he gave me a freaking rose when he met me in the dorm lobby. Then he held my hand during the entire concert performance. Then we went for ice cream off campus.

Now we are standing very awkwardly in front of my dorm room. I can tell he wants to say something, but he remained silent.

"Ok, so…. I'm going to go inside now," I said gently. He grabbed my hand to stop me as I started to turn around. I looked at him again with an expectant look.

"Can I call me?"

"Sure, um…." A girl with a handful of different colored permanent markers started walking by. Stopping her, I took a black one to write my number on Dylan's hand with. I handed the marker back and she walked away. "There you go."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Max."

"You too, Dylan." I watched him walk away before entering my room and sighing. 'This might work.'

Really short, I know. But the real story starts next chapter. And I promise to attempt to make each chapter at least a little longer.

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

-RozaCourt