La-What Now?
"Vis eez your last laps! After vis, had toward da showers and your done!"
I could feel my tank ripple against my skin as I ran. I had no problem keep the lead in the laps as our couch yelled this into her megaphone. Aleksandra Zaryanova or known as couch Zarya is one to run us ragged during practice to the point that most of the male population on the track team who want to be show offs, burn themselves out.
Idiots.
I'm on the last couple laps when my buddy Lucio comes up next to me in the lane next to me. Lucio and I have been buddies for a while. I might of just got into the Overwatch Academy not long ago, but I met him back in London when his school came over the pond to face mine in a Track and Field competition. We became quick friends in the process and actually had friendly races on the last few days he was there. We even made a chant for when we were in the front of the pack.
"Hey Lena! If they can't keep up?" I smiled toward his direction and ducked my head in before speeding up. "Then stay outta our way!" He sped up trying to keep in lock with me as we past the last line. I didn't even realize that we did three laps in such a small amount of time. We high fived before heading toward the school's athletic building while the others were still lapping.
"So Lena, me and some of the guy were gonna cool off down at the pool after wash up. You wanna join?" I shook my head lightly as we started walking in step. "That's does sound tempting. But I gotta date.. Ish." He gave me a questionable look. "Ish? What do you mean by that?" I gave him a sheepish smile. "Well mate... I met a girl today. Met her in da alley ways too. Breathe of true beauty, a ballerina as well. Seems she's from around 'ere too." He nudged me on the arm. "So was that the true reason you were late to practice? What's this girl's name anyway?" I jabbed him lightly in the arm back. "Don't be a wanker! Her name's Amélie." He gave me a shocked look. "Amélie? As in Amélie Lacroix?" We went through the main doors of the building at this point and started heading toward the shower hallway.
"La- what now?" Lucio facepalmed at that. "You didn't even get her last name?" I shrugged. "Well she kinda got angry with me finding her and had me by the neck... I didn't quite care if I didn't get her last name." He put a hand through his dreadlocks and gave me a disproving look as he then planted his hand down his face. "Just, if it is Amélie Lacroix, keep your guard up. They say the girl's emotionless and absolutely hell on earth in an angel's display." I nodded to what he was saying ans smiled sweetly toward him. "Awe Luci! You're worried for me! How sweet! Don't worry mate, I'll keep my guard up for ya." I pulled open the girl's shower room door as he started heading toward the guy's. "Just making sure Lena. I know how deep you get when it comes to the girls you get attached to."
After showering, changing back to my street clothes, and saying my goodbyes to Lucio: I headed off toward the cafe down the block from the school. It was nice place. Reminded me of home, honestly. Even has the Union Jack hanging in the main lounge above the the tables. Even named after the Monmouth Cafe in London, hell it's actually run by British natives too. Lucio actually introduced me to the place when I told him I was feeling a bit home sick.
I pushed open the door and scanned the area for the dark hair and golden eyed mistress that invaded my thoughts through out practice. She was in a corner of the cafe looking down at a caffee cup that was held with both hands. Steam was rising from the cup giving her a faded halo effect. She was in a black long sleeved shirt with what seemed to be a pair of light blue skinny jeans. She looked a lot better in that than her torn up ballet outfit.
I bet she looks even better in nothin'.
Whoa there tiger. Haven't even knew her a day yet and this is only the second time you're meeting her. So get your head out of the gutter and stop thinking about shirtless french ballerinas.
Damn it that only made it worse.
I walked across the room with a smile taking over my lips quickly. Once I got close enough I opened my mouth to say a greeting before I notice that she was staring daggers into the dark liquid that halfway filled her cup. I smirked when I decided to try to be clever.
"I don't know what that coffee did to ya love, but I don't think it's liking getting stared daggers at." She lifted her head up and gave me a shocked look before smiling softly. "It's you." I smiled at her as I took the free seat across from her. "Who else would it be lovely?" She smiled down at her cup as her fingers tapped against the sides lightly. "This might seem rude, but all the British I met here while waiting sound quite the same as you do." I shrugged a little at that. "Bugger all darling. No offences here."
She lifted up her cup to take a long sip from the cup before starting to speak again. "So mon Chéri. I was wondering why a girl like you was running down the alleys." I smirked a little as I put my elbows onto the light brown circle table and leaning forward toward the woman across from me. "And I was wondering why a pretty girl like you was sitting all dirtied up in alley for but I guess I'll answer you if you answer me." I watched as a light tint of pink take over her cheeks when I called her pretty but quickly fade as I continued the sentence shortly after.
"My answer is a little too personal to tell a woman I had just met." I leaned back from where I perched upon my elbows and moved then off the table so that my hands were gripping the edge of the table. "Then I guess we're just gonna have to get to know each other don't we, love?" She smiled upon that answer and took her hands off her cup so that she could drag a long index finger along the rim of the cup.
"Oui. Seems so." I beamed a smile toward her direction as Lucio's words started to float about around my head.
Just, if it is Amélie Lacroix, keep your guard up. They say the girl's emotionless and absolutely hell on earth in an angel's display.
I shook my head lightly which oddly went unnoticed by the girl across from me. "Sorry, but I was just thinking. I never caught your full name now did I?"
She shook her head lightly. "I guess not." She stuck a tanned hand toward me have way above the table. "Amélie Lacroix, à votre service mon Chéri."
Awe bollocks.