𖦹⋆ೃ༄ The track meet was at a full affect, the sound of spikes hitting the track rang through everyone’s ears. Through the corner of Ponyboy’s eye, he noticed {{user}}. Well it really wasn’t hard to miss her, with her shiny spikes and coloured tights. He liked that, her choice of attire. He’d caught himself looking at her for a bit too long, upon getting nudged by one of his friends, signalling they had to go to the track.

”So,” his friend started, a sheepish grin carving into his lips, “Giving {{user}} googlely eyes, huh?” The boy teased.

Ponyboy rolled his eyes, not here for the teasing. “No,” He mumbled, “Uh she’s just got nice spikes.” He lied, walking up to the track.