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“I told you so. I told you so. I told you so—I told you so. Who told you so? Me. Moi. Penelope Fucking Diana Fucking Ross, ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary friends, that’s who!” She breaks into the most uncoordinated dance I’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing.
Penn is honestly very cordial and refreshing.. She genuinely wants the best for Lukas and wants the same for herself too
“I was the one who initiated our breakup, and I’ve been worrying about him. It’s hard for him to date freely, but I hate the idea of him pining alone while I’m out there having fun. He’s a great guy. When no one else wanted anything to do with me, and I thought that my diving career was over, he stood by me. He’s loyal. Kind. He’s still my best friend. But I have to admit that he’s not exactly…passionate. It can be hard, for someone as cold as he is. But it sounds like you’re mostly interested in him for the sex,
Lukas not passionate?? Him cold? Idk how she's getting this idea of him when hes very very interested/perceptive when it comes majority of his interactions with Scarlett so far
The simple pleasure of pleasing someone. Maybe I’m fucked up. A victim of the sexist power structures that society has imposed on me. If being praised by some guy I barely know gets me going this fast, I must have internalized the same patriarchal shit that I despise outside of the bedroom. Or maybe I just am, and should stop beating myself up about this.
This gets a chuckle out of ne and had to re-read it a couple of times with a smile each time.. If i ever meet the right person then sure lol ill understand
“The magnitude of which you both suck is larger than I ever suspected, and it’s my civic duty to reduce it. And there is an open volunteer coach position…” I’m nodding desperately. Next to me, Pen seems to be tearing up. “God, please. Save us from ourselves.” “Then it’s settled. I mean—”
deliquesce?”
“Sorry the weather is so unseasonably warm while you visit,” I tell Jan. “The heat is rough.” “Oh, not at all. We’re Swedish. There’s no such thing as bad weather—” “—just bad clothes,” he and Lukas finish together.
“Wait—which one is Jan?” “The next youngest.” “With kids? The lawyer?” “Those would be Oskar and Leif, the two oldest.” “Right, right.” She shrugs. “What about Luk?” “You know how he…tries to prove to himself he’s above wanting things?” She gives me a baffled look,
“I learned what an inward dive is after the first time you mentioned them to me. And I know one when I see it.” I blink up at him, my lashes clumped with water and chlorine and something else. “You mean…” “I mean.” He smiles, lopsided. “You did it.”
“I’m afraid of the unpredictability of existing. I’m afraid of not being able to control the direction of my life. I’m afraid that no matter how much I plan, I won’t be able to avoid hurtful and sad things. But above all…” I take a deep breath and laugh softly, because what I’m about to say is ridiculous, even if it’s true. Even if it’s me. “Mostly, I’m afraid of attempting something and not being perfect at it.”
He never mentioned it to me. Then again, when would he? In between bouts of helping my therapist fix my post-traumatic issues? Or while defiling poor Dr. Smith’s pristine cancer research lab? What about while you two were getting busy on top of me? The bench in front of my locker asks. It’s been calling me a slut for two weeks. You know what you did. I turn away. First you disgrace me, then you ignore me. Jesus.
She’d constantly yell terrible things at us, including her daughter. And the younger kids…she terrified them. Shamed them about their weight, forced them to train in bad weather, said all sorts of toxic stuff. And I was the one who reported her.” “Oh.” Shit. “An investigation was opened. She was suspended. It was for the best, but Carissa remained in the club, and decided that I’d ruined her mother’s career, maybe even her life. And the rest of the club…they knew that the report wasn’t false, but she managed to spin the narrative that I’d overreacted out of jealousy, and either they believed
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there’s the part I hate the most. Stanford was Carissa’s dream school. But when Carissa contacted Coach Sima to express her interest, he noticed that she and I had been in the same club, and asked me about our relationship. I was truthful, and he decided not to pursue her.”
That's not penn's issue ong.. Clarissa should have considered her crappy treatment of fellow athletes before thinking about competing in her dream school with someone she used to torment
“I remember you from Junior Nationals. Even told a couple scouts to check you out. But then you got that injury, and I thought you were over.” Her eyes eviscerate me. I’m a salmon, and she’s carving my spine out. “But you’re not bad. Even better, you’re good at taking directions. Where are you training?” “Stanford. With—” “Sima.” She nods. “He’s good. Some things, though, even a good coach stops being able to spot. A second pair of eyes is always useful.”