YogaGal's Gift

Wishing you health, happiness and lots of fun on your birthday, Nae! I joke that you're my Slash Godmother, but it's the truth - I totally look up to you as a Queen of slash and you've been there to help me when I've needed it. This is the first time I've really attempted to do drabbles - so you know you're special. *wink*


Jen gave me the prompts and PerfectlyPersuasive beta'd them for me - thanks girls!

Lots of love, bb!!

xoxo

YogaGal

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Pace

My feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, and I know that if I keep up the pace, I'll reach the finish line first. Looking around me, I only see one major obstacle.

Jasper. Fucking. Whitlock.

Jasper has been my main competition every time our track team takes on his school. He is able to meet me stride for stride, and there have even been a few races that I've lost to him. But not today; not this one. Especially after I saw him talking to that douche who throws shot put. I pick up my speed as my legs pump harder, burning fiercely as I dash towards the finish line.

I break through the yellow and blue ribbon, my hands above my head in triumph.


Crawl

My sprint turns to a crawl as try to catch my breath, ignoring the whoops and hollers of my team. Wiping the sweat that's dripping into my eyes, I turn and squint into the sun, looking for him.

He's there, off to the side, stretching his calves and doing his best to ignore me. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I don't think I have it in me at the moment to be ignored. Giving some high fives and smiles, I beg off from my team, explaining I want to cool down by myself. I grab a towel and my water bottle before walking towards him. When I reach Jasper, I don't stop, however. I keep going towards the field house, hiding behind the large, red, wooden building.

And, then, I wait.


Bite

I wish I was wearing a watch because I have no clue how much time passes. I know he saw me come back here, and yet, he's still not here. I sit on the grass, stretching my legs out, wondering if he'll show.

He always shows.

Except today, he's not here. Today, he went and openly flirted with that jackass who throws shot put from another school. I hate these fucking jamborees so much. There are too many schools, too much competition. I pick at an old mosquito bite on my arm as I sit and continue to wait. I owe it to him to wait, since he waited for me.


Shiver

The sweat cools, and as the afternoon drags on, I start to shiver, not having more than a towel to keep me warm over my tank top in the setting sun. I've probably waited too long. It's time to leave, and I know I'll need to get back on the bus soon enough. But something in me tells me to stay, just one more minute. I'm ready now. I've decided that, and yet, he's not here for me to tell him. I'm ready, and I want to be the one he so brazenly walks up to and puts his arm on. I'm ready to let other people know what I already do.

That Jasper fucking Whitlock owns me.


Wisp

Defeated, I hang my head, knowing it's over. He didn't show up; he was done waiting. As I turn the corner to rush back to the buses, I'm stopped in my tracks. He's standing there, in the shadow of the field house, his lips turned up in an impish grin. His hair is all curly from the sweat that soaked into it earlier, and a wisp of it has fallen over his eyes. He blows it away before stepping towards me.

"You beat me," he says, although he doesn't look mad at all.

"Yeah," I say, cracking a smile. "If you're going to be my boyfriend, you really need to get used to that."

His smile says it all, and before I'm able to really appreciate it fully, his lips are on mine as his hands thread through my sticky hair. We kiss until the bus blows its horn, and I smile as my teeth drag over his lips, thinking that we both won today.

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