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Chapter 7
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Until The Finish Line! Chapter 7
By the time they got back to camp, the porch lights were dimmed and the air carried that soft, sleepy hush that came after 2 a.m. The gravel crunched beneath their shoes like the night itself was eavesdropping.Sloane barely had time to kick off her sneakers before Laura and Lynn pounced."Spill," Laura demanded, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with the kind of energy only fueled by gossip and caffeine. "Start talking, Sloane.""I—what?" Sloane blinked, still halfway through pulling her hoodie over her head. "About what?" She let out a sigh out loud when she was finally free from that torturous bra."Don't play dumb!" Lynn squeaked, her voice rising an octave in excitement. "Julian! You and Julian! You've been holding out on us!"Sloane groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Oh my god. There's nothing to hold out about." She wiped her face fiercely, couldn't take off the make up fast enough."Nothing?" Laura repeated, eyebrows shooting up. "You mean to tell me you've met him before,
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"I was trying to get your attention! You had your AirPods in, you heathen!" she said, crossing her arms defensively—though the corner of her mouth betrayed her with a twitch. "Oh gosh, let it go!"His grin widened. "You could've, I don't know, tapped me on the shoulder? Used your words?""I did! Twice! You ignored me!""I didn't ignore you—I couldn't hear you.""Excuses," she declared, like she'd just won a trial. "Desperate times, desperate measures."Julian ran a hand through his hair, laughing. "I remember turning around and thinking, 'Who the hell throws breakfast food at strangers? What kind of country is this?'"Sloane snorted. "Yeah, and then you glared at me like I'd personally offended your ancestors.""I was startled! You don't expect a bagel to become a projectile weapon at eight a.m. outside the admin office."They both burst out laughing, their voices echoing off the porch beams, breaking the soft rhythm of crickets outside.Julian glanced at her with that lazy half-smile
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If awkwardness were an Olympic sport, this table wasn't just winning gold—they were setting a new world record.Julian was the first to crack under the weight of the tension. "Damn, it's suffocating in here," he said loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear. Then, lowering his voice just a touch, he added with that effortlessly smooth tone, "Think I'll get some air."His eyes flicked toward Sloane, catching hers in a way that made her heart skip before he asked, "Wanna come with me?"Every girl at the table practically vibrated in silent shrieks. Sloane could feel their collective blushes merging with her own. She nodded, trying to play it off casual."Yeah... I could use some air too.""Alright, let's go," Julian said easily, standing up and offering his hand to help her out of the booth. He gave the group a small nod—half polite, half smug—and led the way out.Sloane only managed a quick glance back at her friends. Lynn's mouth hung open, Laura looked seconds away from combus
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Uriah, calm as ever but clearly entertained, lifted his drink. "Sooo... you two know each other?"Julian opened his mouth to answer, but Sloane beat him to it—far too quickly."We just met last week!" she blurted, too loud, too fast. "Like barely!"The air tightened.Julian looked down at her, one eyebrow arching, that infuriating grin tugging at his lips again—slow, knowing, playful. The kind of smile that said he was enjoying every second of her unraveling.And Sloane, against all logic, felt a flicker of something. From this angle, Sloane noticed something she hadn't before—Julian had blue eyes and snakebite piercings. Two little silver rings glinting on his lower lip. Oh. Okay. That was... unexpectedly distracting. And unfairly hot."Yeah, we're friends," Julian said, casual as ever."Maybe!" Sloane cut in, turning toward the others with an awkward laugh."Maybe?" He looked at her, amused, that stupid half-smile tugging at his lips."We just met!""Valid," he said with a small no
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As soon as she disappeared down the hall, Oliver looked back at Sloane, thumb pointing toward the door. "So... what's her deal again?"Sloane grinned. "She hates you."He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Yikes.""Wanna know what she calls you?""Oh, please. Enlighten me.""'Flirty Motherf^cker.'"Oliver's jaw dropped in mock offense. "Excuse me?"Sloane was already grabbing her bag, fighting a laugh. "Come on before they start ordering fries without us.""Flirty Motherf—hey, I heard that!" he called after her as she darted down the hallway, laughter echoing off the wooden walls.𓂃𓈒⟡・𓂃𓈒⟡・𓂃𓈒⟡・The drive to the tavern was short but absolutely chaotic—in the best way. Someone had connected their phone to the van's Bluetooth, and within minutes, the entire track team was belting Britney Spears like a traveling choir of unhinged pop stars.By the second chorus of "Oops!... I Did It Again," they were already yelling, laughing, and fully aware that the night was headed straigh
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Her face carried the kind of pleasant symmetry people might describe as "cute." A youthful look, soft and round around the edges, with deep green eyes that rarely caught light the way others' did, her hair the most common of brown. Despite her small chest, she recognized that her curves were her one asset, long legs and a slender figure, forged by years of intense running training — her muscles were toned and in excellent shape. But they were for most of the time hidden under baggy jeans and t-shirst 3 sizes bigger. God forvide a girl for being into streetwear and hip hop for her fashion style.Nothing else about her stood out. Not in a way that made people stop or stare. She wasn't the mysterious girl in the corner or the stunning one who made heads turn as the walks down in the hallway. She was the one who made people laugh. The one who kept the energy up. The funny, comfortable one.And she liked that part of herself—she really did. But sometimes it hurt that no one ever looked at
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