Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

He looks right at me. There are at least sixty kids sitting on the
field, but his question is only for me. I throw a sideways glance at
Griffin, sitting near the back of the group with Adara between his
legs and surrounded by the rest of the Ares clique. His piercing
blue eyes are trained on me.
I start to smile, but as soon as he notices me looking, he scowls
and looks away. Boys can be so strange.
When I don’t answer, Coach Z glances at his clipboard. “There
are twenty-five events to choose from. Throwers stay here with me.
Jumpers go with Coach Andriakos. Hurdlers with Coach Karatzas.
Sprinters meet Coach Vandoros at the starting line. And distance
runners, Coach Leonidas is waiting for you at the entrance to the
tunnel.”
Around me, everyone gets up and heads off toward their coaches.
I know I am going to the tunnel, but I hold back, waiting to see
where Griffin goes.
Adara, her arms wrapped around his neck, gives him a quick kiss
before bouncing off with the rest of the sprinters. He turns and sets
off at a jog.
Toward the tunnel.
Omigod.
Heart thumping in my chest, I follow close behind. From the
second I saw him on the beach I thought he looked like a distance
runner, but now I know it’s true.
That’s one thing we have in common.
“Ah, Miss Castro,” Coach Leonidas says as I walk through the
tunnel, “you are a distance runner.” He smiles and rubs his hands
together. “Excellent. Tell me about your background.”
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