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.