"On the count of thee, one, two, three..GO!". The swim coach blew on his wistle and Brian Rivers flew into the water like he was born to swim. The cool water splashed against his body and face, soon he was consumed by the water. His arms and legs were one step ahead of him, already moving and cutting throught the water like their life depended on it. The sounds of the cheering comming from the stands as people where screaming his name and shouting out. Brian blocked out the noise and then swam even faster like the people were his motivation and extra boost to move forward. Touching the wall he pushed himself off and then swam his way back fro the finial time. He knew he wa sin the lead, he could feel it and the adreniline going through his body made him feel like he had an extra help. He heard the wistle and he knew that he'd won. It was only a pre- game but evey game counted if they were going to make it to the nationas and winter games. The coach, Coach Karson clapped his hands in approval and called everyone out the pool. Climbing out he spotted his his firends and his parents as well as some othe people that he knew. Out of knowhere Karen Brandon, a girl in his class rushed up and kissed him. They had a fling over the summer but it was long ago and the fact that she kissed him confused the hell out of him. Smiling he nodded and then walked into the showers with his team. The coach was giving one of his famous lectures about how winning wasn't everything and that as long as we had fun that was all that mattered. After getting dressed Brian headed out and looked around he had football practice the next day and he was dreading it for the simple fact that he would see some people that he didn't want to. Everyone knew Brian. He was like a champ for the boys swimming team and the second best as wide reciver in football. Girls swarmed around him and flirted with him all the time but he wasn't intrested in them. No matter how much he wanted to move on there was always someone creeping in the back of his mind...his ex. The wistle blew and then he saw that the girls team was perparing for their game. He walked over to the slideline next to his bestfiend Mark and watched as the game was about to begin.