Casey is crying.
Her salty tears are falling into the chlorine depths silently. She sits at the edge of th epool, ankles still immersed in the water, wrapped in a towel. She is all alone.
Casey loves the pool the most when it's empty. She stares out at the shimmering surface of the water, but not seeing it at all. She's seeing his face instead.
Casey stands up slowly, hardly aware of herself. The lighting is very dim, casting the glittering surface of the water onto the ceiling. Casey takes a deep breath and wipes away the tears trickling slowly down her pale cheeks. She casts the towl onto the ground and climbs onto the diving block. She stretches her arms up high and feels herself jump, fly, fall.
As she breaks through the surface of the water, she decides to swim a lap or two for some exercise. She might be swimming on the surface, but her heart's still at the bottom of the pool.
The girly-girls all came to show their support for the team before the meet (which meant flirting with all the guy members and gossiping with all the girls) Casey always distanced herself from them. She didn't know why. Something about their fake, plastic-y manner bugged her. However, she did talk with a few. To keep her from looking at the stands. To keep her from looking at Derek and the blonde girl sitting next to him.
Casey was up first, racing with the backstroke.
"Well, here I go," she thought, just before the signal whistle was blown.
Casey took the dive to start and felt her spirit releasing into the freezing water. She swims with everything in her, although a distant voice is telling her to save her energy. All she sees as she makes her way across the pool is the blondie's face. She uses the heartbreak to make it to the end, ignoring the pain in her muscles. Somehow, the pain feels good.
When she made it to the end and pulled herself out of the pool, looking back, she saw that she won by a landslide.
Looking into the stands, she feels a rush of joy as she sees her family cheering for her. Then she sees Derek. For a second they made eye contact, but it is broken as the girl beside him says something. Casey feels like crying all over again.
Lately she feels like she's on drugs. Swimming is her high, then when she gets out and dries off, she spirals down again.
I'm powerless, she thinks.
Casey blasts the stereo that night as she tries to write something in her journal. Paul says it's important to write things down. Write what? That I think I might be in love...with...her eyes drift to the door that leads to the hallway. She can picture the turn in her mind: left, walk a few feet...him...
Casey throws the journal and watches it land on her desk, knocking over her alarm clock with a satisfying crash. Lately her feelings are a like churning, boiling rapids. And she's drowning in them.
Okay, that's it. Review if you like it, review if you don't! I'm working on the ending...but I'm extremely lately, I'm warning you! If anyone has any ideas for the story, please send me a message :D