Chapter 7

How many people can say that they get to jump off the 10m platform with an Olympic contender on their twentieth birthday? I swallow hard and silently pray I live through this. Heights terrify me. My stomach lurches into my throat and threatens to choke me.

“Come on, cheer girl! You can do this!” Crystal yells from the safety of the concrete poolside, waving fake pom-poms in the air.

Eric, Kenny, Crystal, and Shana are all in position, watching me. Eric has a video camera, waiting for me to give him the signal.

A hand reaches over to grab mine, and I jump slightly. Eli smiles at me warmly, encouraging me to step forward. “Anytime you’re ready, love.” The smooth accent does nothing to stop the ringing in my ears.

“How did you talk me into this again?” I ask the British diver nervously.

“I’d like to think it was my charm.” He winks, making me smile.

A sense of calmness washes over me, and I squeeze his hand and motion that I’m ready. I breathe in deep, committing this feeling so I can write about it later.

Eli gives me a chin jerk. I nod, and then we jump together.

“EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I scream as soon as we’re airborne. In less than two seconds, we’re submerged in the water and kicking to the top.

The small crowd claps and screams when my head surfaces. Eli’s beside me, treading water and whistling as well.

“How’d it feel?” he asks through a smile.

“Exhilarating. Terrifying. Amazing!” I shout.

“Ready to try it again and actually dive?”

His sexy accent gives me a slight tremble. Quinn is going to die when I tell her this story.

“Yes!” I agree and swim to the ladder.

“Face those fears, Harris!” Shana slaps me on the shoulder as I pass her.

This time, as I climb to the platform, I’m not nearly as nervous. Eli stands with me again, and we dive into the water below. Well, he dives graciously. Mine is more like a flop.

Once we do this twice more, we join the group waiting for us. I dry off while Eli answers questions regarding his training and routine to prepare for qualifiers. When he’s done, I thank him and go to the area designated to change.

Shana’s waiting on me when I step out of the stall.

“I’m proud of you, Devon.”

“That means the world to me. Thank you.”

“You’re quite impressive. All of you are, but you especially. Twenty years old and so ambitious. When I was twenty, my summer was spent as a cart girl at the local country club, trying to get the attention of the cute boys.”

“No, you didn’t. You were rallying students to protest against the mistreatment of children in—” I snap my mouth shut, realizing I sound like a stalker.

She throws her head back and laughs. “That was when I was twenty-one, but I’m honored you’ve done your research.”

Blush creeps up my cheeks. “Please don’t think I’m a crazy fan girl. I really admire your work. My best friend, Quinn, does, too.”

“Quinn Jackson, right?”

I nod.

“Well, I admire your work as well. When Henry–Professor Grant —asked me to take on a group, I only agreed if I could hand pick my team.”

“You picked me?” my voice squeaks.

“Sure did.”

“W-w-why?”

“Several reasons.” She doesn’t elaborate further. “So let’s wrap this up and have a birthday celebration.”

I follow her out and send a quick text to Bryce.

Can’t wait to tell you about my day. Love you!

The phone rings, and I scramble over the bed to reach it. The time reads three-thirty am, which is five-thirty Bryce’s time. We discovered last week that this is the best time to catch each other if we want to talk at all. Otherwise, it’s a series of missed calls, messages, or texts.

“Hello,” I whisper.

“Hey, babe. How was your birthday?”

“Did you see the video I sent?”

“Oh, yeah.” His voice goes tight.

“Is something wrong?”

“Who was that guy?”

“Eli?”

“Is that his name?” Bitterness is evident in his tone.

“Are you jealous of Eli?”

“Considering he was holding your hand, yes. You couldn’t have missed the way he was looking at you.”

“He’s a diver from the UK. I told you about meeting him.”

“I thought you were meeting a woman diver. How’d you get paired up with him?”

I roll over, curling into a ball. Even though Quinn has been cool about the early morning calls, I try to be as quiet as possible.

“Bryce, he’s harmless.”

He grumbles a few seconds and then sighs. “Can’t help it. Was there a need for him to hold your hand? Touch you at all?”

“I jumped over thirty feet into a pool. Yes, there was a need.”

He’s silent a few more seconds, and then his tone changes. “Proud of you, Devon. Though, I will tell you, Nate and I both agreed your squeal was a bit dramatic.”

“Did you hear me say I jumped over thirty feet? That calls for dramatic!”

He starts laughing, and my heart swells. It’s been weeks since he left for Rhode Island. I miss him tremendously. As promised, I’ve sent him several videos and tried to keep him updated daily.

“By the way, I love my birthday present.” I thumb the two charms he added to my charm bracelet. One is the Olympic rings and the other an anchor. “I almost cried when Quinn handed me the box this morning.”

“Thought they were appropriate. Tell me about the rest of your day.”

I start from the time we arrived at the training pool facility and continue all the way until Shana took us out to dinner to celebrate. She even invited Quinn.

“Sounds like a cool woman. And she’s brilliant to pick you for her team.”

“Ha ha. I wish she could have picked me and Quinn.”

“That’s another reason she’s brilliant. She didn’t.”

“Bryce!” I try to sound offended but can’t.

“Remind that Asno I did him a favor by hauling your birthday present into another country and making sure you got it,” Quinn rumbles from her bed, clearly hearing me.

“I heard her. Asno means jackass, right?” He chuckles. “Tell me more about your schedule. Remember, I’m going to be in specialized training the next eight days.”

“Don’t remind me. I hate it.”

“Devon—”

“I know, I know. I have to be strong. Get used to it. Suck it up. All that bullshit.”

“Devon, this is our life. Eight days is hardly anything. I warned you about this. What are you going to do when I’m gone for months?”

Punch to the gut.

“I’ll hate every minute, but I’ll deal.”

“Good girl. Now, what’s on the agenda?”

“Wrestling, beach volleyball, and archery. We have a few trips about an hour away to interview surrounding city officials. Shana was able to pull some strings, and we are doing an economic perspective on the effect of the games. It’s been done before, but she’s planning a new spin.”

“Jesus, this woman’s a mastermind. Do the other teams get to do anything, or are y’all spearheading the trip?”

“No, fucking Bill Tames did the unimaginable. He got his team inside the gymnastics training facility. Quinn gets to meet some of the gymnasts. Bitch.”

A pillow hits the back of my head, and she growls.

“Not sure what you two are going to do next summer to beat this,” he says.

“Solve world hunger?” I say playfully.

“Probably a good goal. I’d better go, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too. Be safe.”

He hangs up, and Quinn turns on the light between our beds. She looks at me sleepily but also with worry.

“Dev, I hate to bring it up, but what are you going to do when he’s gone for long lengths of time?”

“I’m going to rely on you, as I always do, to get me through.”

She nods and gives me a small smile. “And I will get you through.”

“Love you, Quinn.”

“You better because I got permission to bring you to the gymnastics arena Thursday.”

And that is why she’s my best friend.