I guess that’s how I ended up running varsity.Our team was in the second heat. These weren’t qualifying heats like the dashes. Each team ran for t...ime, so you couldn’t really tell if you were doing well by looking at any of the other teams. You might be able to tell you were ahead of the team running next to you, but you didn’t know if they were the fastest team in the meet or the slowest. You just have to pound your heart out on the track and hope. On this short track—even on a full 400-meter. Sounds corny, huh?” Matt smiled at me as he handed me a towel. “No Coach, that’s cool.” I smile at him. “You won your races so I think that’s great. I’ll work on that this week.” I was feeling strangely confident in his presence though for what reason I couldn’t guess. What was interesting to me is that the the feeling of being just a girl with a crush, while still present, was crippling me. “Good. Let me know if you need help with it, but everybody I know comes up with their own.” Matt began. She wasn't sure if I would reciprocate.Ava started it. She had taken her finger and was running it around the rim of her wineglass, dipping it in slightly and flicking her tongue across her finger, tasting the wine. I couldn't help but watch. Who wouldn't? It was sexy as hell, watching the tip of her finger disappear into her red painted mouth. I think she enjoyed seeing me watch her. When she touched her wine stained finger to my lip, my tongue darted out for a taste. I don't think I could've. I squeezed him tightly, afraid he would disappear if I let go. After some time, he lifted my face to look me in the eyes. It was at that moment, I first noticed his wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. To me, they signified his experience – his worldliness. His lines around his mouth showed me he had laughed a lot. He would have stories to tell and I longed to hear them. I would end up calling his vertical lines between his eyebrows his WTF lines. Those deep furrows told stories as well. And.