So warm

"damn it!" I grumbled as I realized I had left my gym bag in my locker. It was after school and I was on my way to cross-country practice. This was my third year on the team and I was proud of the fact that I was in a prime position to lead us to state this year. Coach Kline was convinced that I would break some records during the season.

Yeah, I was pretty good. And modest, too. And running really, really late. Coach Kline would make me run extra time if I didn't pull my finger out. I jogged back down the hallway toward my locker and collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.

I reached out to grab hold of the other person's arms to steady myself.

"I'm so sorry," I breathed out, feeling embarrassed. My head shot up at the throaty laugh. Clay's eyes twinkled at me as he held on to my wrist. "We've got to stop meeting like this," he said with amusement. I swallowed hard and felt my heart thud against my chest.

I had looked for him at school today. It had been only two day