Track practice had been over for nearly fifteen minutes. A few of the athletes hung around talking to the coach or going through last minute starts or hurdle drills. Aaron and I were leaning against the school building, the brick cool against our backs. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at me whenever I said something to him, and I sat at his feet, resting my head against the bricks.
Courtney suddenly appeared and leaned against the wall next to Aaron, placing her hands behind her bottom so she wouldn't dirty her shorts. Her beautifully tanned legs brushed up against him as she flashed her flawless white teeth. Her hair was still in a perfect ponytail, despite the fact that track practice had left everyone else's hair everywhere but the elastic.
Aaron greeted her with a smile and asked, "Do you know who is getting awards at the assembly tomorrow?"
"Yep," Courtney replied with her fake baby-ness of a voice, "just you and me."
I looked away, pretending I had spotted something of interest across the field. Aaron isn't even that good! I thought angrily to myself. My brother could kick his trash. My brother was on a college track team, but these thoughts appeased my aggravated ideas about Aaron for the moment.
Courtney, on the other hand, with her perfect body and faultless form was good. And I hated her for it. If she were to even pretend like she cared about other peoples' feelings, there might be an ounce of hope for her in my like-o-meter. But because her body carried her effortlessly through workouts and through races, she didn't need to care what anyone else thought of her. She was good and she had her group of friends and that's all that she needed.
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