Wow. It was…just powerful. A control that you couldn’t even explain. But it was also boring. No wonder I’d rocked his world.
Swimming helped with the restless energy that I was carrying around. Coach paired us off. Lexie and I raced first. I won. I won every match after that and I saw our coach a bit speechless at times.
I relished the victory over Tristan. I kicked her ass. Which felt so good. And Brady and I were the last match of practice. Everyone had been holding their breaths. Brady and I both consecutively won every match. There were a few others who had won, but it was me and Brady matching up. Everyone knew.
And when the gun went off, I dove in and poured all my fury into my swimming.
Shelley. Kevin. Jace. Galverson. Hell, even Devon. Everything.
And I was surprised when I finished and saw that I was three complete laps ahead of Brady.
The coach had dropped his clipboard.
“Nationals here we come.” One of the girls whistled. The rest were still amazed. Speechless.
Tristan looked…constipated. I didn’t know what that look was. I couldn’t tell if she was angry, jealous, or glad.
“Okay.” The coach tried for dignified as he stooped to pick up his clipboard. “That’s practice today.”
As I left, Brady walking beside me, I saw the rest of the girls take notice. Brady was okay being second. She was okay that I was first, so the rest would be too.
Tray was sitting at my locker, his eyes closed, probably sleeping.
Brady and I paused as we stood there, just in front of him.
“Get up, you dumbass, you’re not sleeping.” His breathing wasn’t deep enough or even enough.
“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t trying,” he remarked, but kept his eyes closed. But he said, as I opened my locker, “Gentley called. They got what we wanted.”
I looked up, alarmed, since Brady was still there. Tray hadn’t seen her yet.
“Brady, you know Tray?”
Tray opened his eyes at that one and cursed, swiftly standing up.
“I know who Tray Evans is,” Brady said lightly, “but I doubt he knows who I am.”
“Bannon’s girlfriend, right?” Tray held his hand out, “Nice to meet you. You a friend of Taryn’s?”
“Yep, I’d like to think so. We’re on the swim team together.”
“Brady’s one of the captains, which says something since she’s still a junior,” I remarked, grabbing my bag and purse.
Tray nodded, silent.
“It’s nice to formally meet you, Tray, although we’ve met many times in elementary.” Which was true, but this was a social introduction. Everyone really knew everyone, when you got down to it. But socially, Brady had just jumped up a level. She needed a proper introduction for that.
“You too. You’re number one in class, right?” Tray had surprised her. I could tell because Brady was momentarily speechless, before she replied, “Uh, yeah.”
“I’m second,” he said swiftly, grinning cockily.
“You are?” I don’t think she meant to have such dumbfounded shock in her voice.
“Tray’s actually a genius,” I remarked, leaning my back against him, feeling his hand come around to rest on my waist, hooking his finger on one of my belt loops. “He just acts dumb most of the time.”
Tray chuckled, kissing the side of my face, “You never cared about my intelligence before.”
“As long as you keep performing well in bed, I won’t ever have to.” I grinned. Joking.