âBe down at the lake in ten minutes, everyone!â Mr. Hank yells for the third time. Meanwhile, Iâm contemplating just hiding in the woods to get away from all the noise and light.
âRemind me not to drink again. Ever,â I tell the guys at the table.
âHow are you feeling this bad after only having had two beers? As long as you donât drink on an empty stomach you should be fine,â Liam tells me. We know why Iâm not feeling well, then donât we?
âDid you drink water before going to sleep like I told you?â Marcus asks me.
âI did.â Then I had to get up a few hours later to pee. That wasnât fun, let me tell you as much.
âEither way, we need to go to the docks. The first challenge will start soon and Iâm not trying to get behind already,â Marcus says.
Right, the first challenge. Dear Mr. Hank has decided that the trip would be unbearably boring without any activities. What was his solution to that? A sports tournament. That means thereâll be a challenge each day. The bright side is that you get disqualified and donât have to go through with the others as soon as you did badly enough at one.
Iâll be in the audience soon enough.
I feel the change of atmosphere as soon as we reach the docks. The airâs more charged and people are running around and yelling at their partners. I guess some students take this more seriously than I do.
Then I realize I donât even have a partner. When I intend to tell the guys as much I realize they no longer surround me. Orion and Jamie are bickering as they tie two of their legs together. Itâs adorable. Further ahead in the mass of people are Marcus and Elija. I only manage to see them because their heads tower over the people around them. I guess theyâre ready to take off already. Liamâs standing next to Benji who looks about ready to go back to sleep. That leaves me to fend for myself. Damn.
I scan my surroundings a bit more thoroughly until my eyes settle on a lost-looking girl. I make my way over.
âHey there. Do you have a partner already?â I ask politely. As I do so I realize how much Iâve missed making friends casually. The guys are great and itâs nice to be part of an actual friend group but this is what Iâm used to. Getting to know and getting along with strangers is my thing.
âI donât. You?â she seems nervous but genuinely sweet.
âSame. Iâm Florence but you can call me Flo. You want to be my partner?â Iâd like to chat a little more but the race is about to start which means we need to get ready.
âNice to meet you, Flo. Iâm Sarah and Iâll gladly be your partner.â She laughs a bit in relief, making me like her a bit more already. Itâs the kind of awkward sound Iâd make.
The two of us grab an elastic rope and tie one ankle each together. Then we try to take a first step and nearly faceplant. Sarahâs taller than me and Iâm pretty sure sheâs used to making longer steps. Sheâs only barely able to hold me up by the shoulder before I fall.
âGood safe. Thanks,â I tell her before we both burst out laughing.
âStart in five seconds!â Mr. Hank announces.
âWeâre not going to make it, are we?â Sarah asks dramatically. I eye the distance between us and the crowd.
âListen to me, Iâm not letting you give up. We need to keep fighting!â I tell her, trying to match her energy.
âBut thereâs no time!â she protests.
âItâs not over until it is,â I say. The girl bound to me blinks a few times, then bursts out laughing. âThat made no sense, did it?â I ask her. She simply shakes her head, unable to catch her breath. Meanwhile, a shrill sound cuts through the air, announcing the start of the race.
âYou want to try it, donât you?â my new friend asks.
âNot a sore loser but definitely not a quitter,â I tell her. She smiles, nods, puts an arm around my shoulders, and starts counting steps with me.
By the time we reach the start line I can barely see the other students in the distance.
âYou really want to walk around that whole lake?â Sarah asks one last time.
âSure. Looks barely bigger than a water whole, does it?â I ask her playfully.
âIt really does.â
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âPlease, Flo. Letâs just take that stupid elastic rope off. I canât stand being this close to you any longer. The heat is killing me!â Sarah whines about thirty minutes later. Itâs definitely a lake. Not a waterhole.
âAre you calling me hot?â I tease her.
âFlo!â
âWeâre almost done. Look, I can see the finish line.â Truth is, it feels like Iâm dying. I havenât sweat this much in years, if ever and neither of us has brought water. That means Iâve spent the last half an hour motivating a stranger while losing a lot of body fluids. Itâs been delightful.
At least I got to know Sarah a bit better. I know she has a younger sibling who always steals her clothes. Their name is Micky and theyâve just started their first year at the academy. Weâve already sent them a selfie of the two of us since Sarah told me her sibling demands to know everything about this trip. The first yearsâ trip is a month after ours.
âLook whoâs finally coming! We thought you got lost. Go, go, Flower girl!â Jamie starts cheering from where heâs sitting next to the finish line.
âFriend of yours?â Sarah asks.
âYep.â
âWhat about the one staring at you without blinking?â she asks with a smile playing on her lips.
âI donât know who youâre talking about,â I tell her. Itâs a lie. I know itâs Elija staring at me but he is blinking, sooooâ¦
âIs that so?â Sarah asks me. Before I can reply, she raises her voice and yells towards the guys. âHey, you! Black shirt, black hair guy. Take a picture, itâll last longer!â
Oh god.
Kill me.
âSarah!â I hiss. I can hear the guys laughing from where they are while Elija tries to tell them something. âYou know what, youâre right. Letâs just give up.â I make a move to bend down to untie us but my friend keeps me from doing so.
âDonât you even think about it, sunshine. We are finishing this race!â Sarah insists. Then, seemingly getting distracted by something else she lowers her voice. âWhoâs that?â she asks, nudging her head in the general direction of the guys.
âHow, dear friend, am I supposed to know who youâre talking about?â
âBrown hair,â she tells me.
âMarcus? Blue shirt?â
âNo, the other one. White shirt.â It takes me a second to realize sheâs actually talking about Liam.
âOh, eww. Thatâs Liam but heâs not really nice. He kind of has the idea heâs better than the rest, you know? Besides, with the way he talks about women, Iâd stay away.â
I chew on my bottom lip, worried I came across as mean. Liam is all those things, in my opinion, but I should probably let her make her own impression. On the other hand, I feel like warning her is appropriate.
âIf you want, Iâll introduce you,â I add halfheartedly.
âNah, Iâm good. If somethingâs supposed to happen, it will. Iâll sit back and see where things go in the meantime.â
Now thatâs an attitude I could get behind.