(Intended for mature audiences.)

There was quite a turnout for the track and field practice. I walked over to the female runners and noticed that most of them had already buddied up except the girl who seemed to be keeping her distance from the others.

I went over and dropped my bag. I sat down on the artificial turf and began to stretch. The couch was not here yet, so everyone was doing their own thing.

“Hey you’re a runner, right?” The girl asked.

“Yea,” I said giving her the teenage coldness.

“Well, I think you are supposed to be over there with the others.”

“Aren’t you a runner?”

“No. I am in the speed walking event and shock put. Usually, the runners stay together.”

“Oh, Is there another speed walker on the team?” I asked curiously.

“Not this term. The other girl graduated and right now everyone wants to run.” She said as she was doing exercise to loosen her hips.

“Well, I’m fine where I’m at right now,” I told her.

“Ok. My name is Jen.”

“Angel”

I turned my head when the couch came.

“Listen up. This year’s competition is brutal. I just went over the top runners from the school that are the most treat. Ladies I will tell you this. There are at least three top runners and two that are promising.

Saying that I want us to do a mock 4×4 relay. There is enough of you to run against each other to give me an idea what I have to work with. When I call your name, I will put you in the group. These names are being called I put together at random. So do not think you are going to have your friends with you.

I watched the girls and five girls in particular caught my eye.

“They are not going to be happy about this.”

“So, what this is practice.”

“Yeah, but that group rarely does anything separated.”

I did not get to see all of their faces but I knew that one of my targets has to be in that little group.

The groups were set up by random. I had a girl who clearly was not ready to run against her seniors. The five girls were split. One in each group and in different positions.

My team was gold. The other color was green, blue, red and black. I was the last leg and I smiled.

They ladies were at the starting line and the gun went off. This was a sprint run so it went pretty fast. You could see who the weak link was and who was the strongest.

My turn was next, and we were in second place behind the black team. Once the baton was handed off to the girl in front of me, she bolted. She was the one I had to beat to get on everyone’s radar.

I felt when the baton hit my hand and I ran without a thought but to pass her by a wide margin. I caught up to her in a straight run and once we made the second turn I began to pull away.

I gap was beginning to get wider. I was four strides to the finish line when I zeroed in on the couches surprised face.

I crossed the finish line and he looked at his watch. The other girl crossed at east twenty seconds after.

Jen was the first person that came to me and congratulated me on the win. The girl on the other hand glared at me surrounded by her friends.

“I think you made an enemy. Lennette never loses a race even when it is just practice.” Jen said.

That was what I was counting on.

The rest of the day went by uneventful until I was about to leave. A tall guy walked in my path blocking me.

“I heard you beat my sister today in a race.”

“It was practice. Pretty sure she will probably beat me tomorrow.”

“Probably. Hugh?”

“Yeah, now can you let me go. My driver is waiting for me.”

“Oh, you’re the new girl with the parents that died.”

What a piece of shit.

“The way you are acting it is obvious you do not know who we are so I will give you this knowledge for free. I am Joshua Ward. My sister is Lennette Ward. Our Grandfather is the founder of the school that your new money bought you in. Tomorrow you are going to get a cramp or something and my sister will win.”

This prick is far from intimidating, but I have to play the part.

“Do you know what practice is. Tomorrow is not going to have a race. I need to go.”

He looked surprised by the way I was talking to him. I felt I could have gone harder, but I was a young female in a new school. I had to behave since my uncle is on the board.

I walked around him and predictably I tripped over his shoe landing me on the stone walkway. My knee was scratched from the fall because the stupid skirt was too small. I could see Tyler starting to walk towards me.

Joshua bent over and whispered, “get a cramp.” then walk off in the opposite direction.

Tyler got to me and helped me up. We walked to the care in silence and once inside I could not help the smirk, I had at what happened.

“What’s up with that one?” Tyler asked.

“Nothing much to tell. First day.” He nodded and looked at me in the rare view mirror as I put my headphones on. I could tell he could not gage me and I was alright with that.

Later that night I got called downstairs by Marcus. He looked put out.

“I heard that you won a race.”

“It was practice.”

What the hell is it with everyone about this practice.

“Well, you brought attention to yourself. The girl you beat is one of the board members daughters.”

“So?”

Tyler was in the room listening. He seemed bored.

“Look at this Tyler.” Marcus said.

He walked over and somehow; he had gotten footage of the practice run. They both were glued to the screen and then looked up at me.

“Your fast.” Tyler said shocked.

“You need to pull back and make friends with her. Gain her confidence to get intel.”

I caught when Tyler adjusted himself a bit after watching me run. I guess the shorts I wore showed off my ass in the right way.

“Marcus I think the girl’s brother tried to tell her to throw the next practice race.”

“Do it. Better yet don’t. Get him interested in you and play them against each other.” Marcus said.

“Play who against each other? He already shown that he is protective of his sister.” I said.

Marcus’s brain was working overtime, but I had my own agenda. I get him something tomorrow, but it won’t be from my targets.

That was my que to leave them. I had enough of playing seventeen and needed space.

“Where are you going?” That question came from Tyler and at that moment I did not give a shit. I was not this innocent child that they think I am. I need space.

I climbed the stairs two at a time and when I was close to my room an arm blocked my path. A thick arm with a sleave curled up to the elbow. His cologne smelled very musk mixed with him.  I had to control myself.

He leaned into my ear and said,” I told you earlier when I ask you a question you answer it.”

I turned meeting his glare and shot him one of my own. This close I can see the control that he radiated. His eyes hyper focused on me and my every movement.

“I am going to my room.” I said in a voice that was so low and controlled I had to give myself a trophy for it.

“I do not deal with brats.”

“Or what?” I pushed seeing his nose flare slightly. I would normally take the rhines on this, but I could not break cover yet. I ducked under his arm and closed the door.

I looked at my watch and hit the button that changed the camera to a recording. I had sent the 24-hour video to a contact that was brilliant at video illusion. I sent him a picture of what I wear for the day and the illusion is wearing the outfit. The green light flashed showing it was running.

I went to the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of dark rum and took a couple down.  I put it back in the hiding spot I created and turned the shower on. I took the outfit off and began to stretch out my muscles.

I looked at my body in the mirror and loved what I saw. My breast full with large areola’s. Firm stomach and ass that I worked out relentlessly to keep.  Thick thighs and firm calf’s.

Even my sex looked good and right now ached for attention. I just could not bring myself to handle it tonight. I needed to dominate someone. I needed someone’s lips to gently kiss my clit. Maybe I could handle it because I refuse to be angry and pent up. That is defiantly going to get someone killed.