Chapter 15

Damn.

Rory pushes harder, trying to catch up, but he knows when Chase passes him that it’s a losing battle. Thisis why he doesn’t socialize at practice, why he stays focused, why he stays centered. Thisis why he doesn’t let his teammates get to him, in any way, at any time.

He can’t believe he might actually lose.

The thought is so foreign to him that, for a moment, he almost thinks he wins, even though he hears the coach’s whistle while he’s still pulling through the water. Then he thinks maybe the heat’s being called for some reason—the coach realizes something’s wrong, there was a false start, something happened, and they have to retake the starting blocks. It’s only when he reaches the end of the pool and surfaces that he sees Chase towered above him, that damn shit-eating grin in place. Chase leans down, water dripping off his arms and chest, goggles still firmly in place over his eyes, and offers Rory a hand.