- Taylor -
I could still feel the tingle on my lips from Aly's last kiss. Her face swam in my mind, the memory of those soft brown eyes making my insides go all fuzzy. I wanted to see her again, but I wouldn't be the one to make contact. She didn't want me, no matter what she was telling herself now. She had no idea what it meant to be gay, even in a place like North L.A. And when faced with those pressures, when she had to choose, she wouldn't choose me. And it would be easier on everyone if that happened sooner rather than later.
I tried to keep my focus on my swimmers, and I did okay. Luckily it was a cloudy morning, so the numbers were down. Or maybe it wasn't lucky, and bigger crowds would have made me concentrate more. As it was I had little to do but think about the petite brunett
