I run back to the start line, only barely losing my focus on the track ahead.

I see him…or at least I think so.

Is that him?

No, it can’t be.

“Alright, do another set of strides and then we’ll practice hand-offs for the next track meet,” Coach says.

Hazel and I run down the track at a smooth pace.

I connect eyes with him, but that can’t be Ethan.

It can’t be.

We walk back to the start line and I pass Ethan and his friends.

That’s _definitely_ Ethan.

I see him staring at me.

He slightly walks towards me, but then turns to his friend.

After I pass him, I hear him slightly whisper, “That’s her,” to his friends.

I urge myself not to look back.

I continue running the rest of practice, running away from the fact that Ethan might like me.