A teenage girl, talented and confident on the track field, finds herself harboring a quiet crush on a less skilled teammate, struggling with the desire to connect with him without compromising her own strengths.
KATIE: So, there’s this guy in my track team. You’ve seen him, right? The one who’s always trying a bit too hard to be cool? Yeah, him. So, I don’t know, but I think I might sort of, maybe, kind of like him a little. Just a little.
But here’s the funny part – I can outrun him. Every. Single. Time. It’s not even like I’m trying. I just do. We line up, the whistle blows, and whoosh, I’m at the finish line and he’s… well, not.
It’s weird. I mean, you’d think I’d let him win once, just to, you know, boost his ego a bit. But then, that’s not really fair to me, is it? Always holding back, always pretending to be less than I am. I won’t do that. Not even for a guy.
But, I don’t know, there’s something about him. When he laughs, or gets that focused look while running, even though he’s like miles behind. I guess I just wish I could slow down, not in the race, but you know, in life. Take a moment, run beside him, actually talk.
Anyway, it’s just a silly crush. It’s not like I’m going to do anything about it. I mean, what would I even say? “Hey, nice race, better luck next time?” No, I’ll just keep running, keep winning. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll catch up one day.
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