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im and tried to make passes at him, but he denied them every time. I was enough for him. My eyes and probably millions of girls back home rooting for him to win were glued to Chris on the screen. And I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I was the one that he wanted. Owen Harris may have been my first major crush, but Chris was my first everything else.

"So here's the lineup for the final of the men's 100 meter butterfly." A list of swimmers and their times in the heats popped up on the screen. Claude Beaumont was his biggest competition for the gold, and he was in the lane right next to him. According to the list, Claude had only been half a second behind Chris in the heats.

Come on, baby, you can do this.

The swimmers were finishing their stretches when Kristen walked into the building.

"Did he win?" she asked.

I glanced up for a second. "Should start any minute."

"Oh. Well, you should probably bring that in the locker room so you're not late."

She was right. Coach Hammond had a rule that we had to be in the locker room five minutes before practice started or we were considered late. And being late meant being benched for the next game.

"Right, okay. Be right in," I said.

With my eyes still glued to the screen, I got up and made my way towards the locker room.

"Alright, it's time to see if Chris Hamilton can do it again. If he can match his time from yesterday, he'll almost certainly come away with the gold," said the announcer as the swimmers all got on the blocks.

A voice on the PA said, "On your marks," and then the buzzer sounded and the swimmers were off. The screen zoomed out to show all the swimmers. Chris had gotten off to a decent start. He was maybe one arm's length behind Claude. Not a big deal. He always finishes strong.

I pushed through the locker room door as the swimmers hit their first and only turn. Chris had caught Claude and looked to be a few fingertips in front of him.

"You got this," I whispered.

Chris was two strokes away from the wall when I walked directly into someone. My phone flew out of my hands and crashed to the locker room floor.

"Whoa!" yelled a guy. "What are you doing in here?!"

I looked up for the first time since the race had started. The guy in front of me had his hand on his junk and was scrambling to put his towel back on. My mouth dropped as my eyes landed on his chiseled abs. His chestnut hair was shaggy and stopped right above his baby blue eyes. His bewildered baby blue eyes. Oh my God. I had wandered into the men's locker room. And I'm staring at a naked man that's not Chris!

All I could think to do was scream and run away.

Going for Gold - Chapter 2

"Did he win?" asked Kristen as I sat down next to her at our lockers. "And why is your face so red?"

I shrugged and tried to play it cool. "I dunno."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Don't worry about it. Hey, can I borrow your phone for a second?" I had accidently left my phone on the floor of the men's locker room, but I couldn't tell her that. God, why do I always have to do the most embarrassing stuff?

"What do you need my phone for? I already put it in my locker."

"Mine uh...stopped working."

"So you didn't see if he won or not?"

"Nope. I was just sitting on the bench when you told me I should hurry. When I looked back down, the screen had gone black. I tried turning it off and on again, but nothing happened. I even tried to take the battery out. I'll tell you, those iPhones just aren't made the way they used to be."

"Okay, you can use my phone. If you tell me what really happened to yours."

"What do you mean? I already told you." Shit! How does she know I'm lying?

Kristen raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh come on, you always ramble when you lie. And you can't take the battery out of an iPhone."

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