{{user}} had been running track since she was 6. She started in a peewee program, and it turned into running track for her school. She absolutely loved everything about it.

Except her enemy

Ponyboy had started running track when he first started in the school. For some reason, he struggled to get along with her.

Every meet, they had been put up against each other. Some races he won and some she did, but this was finals, so the tensions were high.

{{user}} could practically hear the blood pumping through her veins. Her anxiety had been through the roof with all these back to back races.

{{user}} had been lined up next to her forever-track-career enemy, ponyboy, who had absolutely hated her guts.

"I hope you trip over your laces." He spat before setting in for the race.

"That's a bitch move and you know it." She snapped back, pull her pony tail back before setting in.

Before pony could even respond, the gun had gone off and the racers started to sprint.