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first,” Rincon said, stepping over to the blue-and-gold mat behind him. “To the mat, please.”
“Now you’re talking,” Terrell said, rubbing his hands together.
“The name’s Sage,” Sage told Rincon as she sauntered past him. “In case you were wondering.”
Classy. She was flirting with him too. Thankfully, Rincon didn’t flirt back. That would have been too gross to handle.
“Thank you, Sage,” he said flatly. Then he turned and shouted across the room. “Coach Holmes! Can I see you over here for a moment?”
Coach said a few words to Tara, then jogged over. “What’s up?”
“I’d like to demonstrate a chair sit, if you don’t mind,” Rincon said.
“Great. Let’s do it,” Coach replied.
“Everyone watch how this works,” Rincon said. “Guys, pay attention to my hands, my stance, my eyes. When stunting, we keep our eyes on our partners at all times. No exceptions.”
Coach Holmes stepped in front of him and he placed his hands on her small waist. She reached back and braced her hands on his wrists, which were already taped up with what looked like gauze and first aid tape.
“One, two,” Rincon said.
Coach bent her knees and popped up, as if weightless, into the air. She landed perfectly with her butt on Rincon’s palm, one knee raised, her arms in a high V. Across the room, Chandra whistled and everyone cheered. Coach Holmes was the goods.
“Nice,” Daniel said.
“This is gonna be so cool,” I agreed, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering with excitement.
I glanced over at Terrell and Sage, who were supposedly so psyched about stunting. He, for some reason, was inspecting her palm and she was giggling and blinking up at him.
As Coach cradled out into the position we’d all been practicing, Terrell whispered something to Sage and Sage doubled over laughing. Terrell grabbed for her waist and Sage squealed and whirled away, batting at his hand. I exchanged a look of doom with Phoebe. These two were both so wrapped up in their flirt fest that they were entirely oblivious to the fact that the whole gym was silent and we were all staring at them.
So very uncool.
“Barnard! Truluck!” Coach Holmes barked, her nostrils flaring.
They both stopped and looked up. Sage had the intelligence, at least, to go ashen.
“I think Coach Rincon’s instructions were pretty clear,” Holmes said. “You were supposed to be watching the stunt.”
“Sorry, Coach,” Sage said, snapping her feet together and placing her hands behind her back.
“I hope so, Barnard, because you and your partner there will be sitting out the rest of the stunting practice,” Coach Holmes said.
“What? Why?” Terrell protested.
“Terrell, what did I tell you at the beginning of practice?” Coach Rincon said, his jaw clenched. Man took his stunting seriously. “Safety, attentiveness, awareness at all times. You just completely missed the demonstration of the stunt I was about to teach you because you were too busy tickling your partner.”
Phoebe hid a laugh behind her hand and I bit my lip.
“I saw it,” Terrell said, lifting his chin. Even though his cluelessness was evident in his eyes.
“No, you didn’t,” Rincon said.
“Sit down, please, you two,” Coach Holmes said calmly.
“But I—”
“Sit. Down .”
I think every dog and young child in the state of Florida responded to the no-nonsense strength of that order. Sage sighed, but did as she was told. Terrell looked for a moment like he was going to argue further, but Daniel caught his eye and surreptitiously shook his head. Finally Terrell huffed by us and dropped onto the bottom bleacher, shoving his legs out and crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant five-year-old who’d just
“Now you’re talking,” Terrell said, rubbing his hands together.
“The name’s Sage,” Sage told Rincon as she sauntered past him. “In case you were wondering.”
Classy. She was flirting with him too. Thankfully, Rincon didn’t flirt back. That would have been too gross to handle.
“Thank you, Sage,” he said flatly. Then he turned and shouted across the room. “Coach Holmes! Can I see you over here for a moment?”
Coach said a few words to Tara, then jogged over. “What’s up?”
“I’d like to demonstrate a chair sit, if you don’t mind,” Rincon said.
“Great. Let’s do it,” Coach replied.
“Everyone watch how this works,” Rincon said. “Guys, pay attention to my hands, my stance, my eyes. When stunting, we keep our eyes on our partners at all times. No exceptions.”
Coach Holmes stepped in front of him and he placed his hands on her small waist. She reached back and braced her hands on his wrists, which were already taped up with what looked like gauze and first aid tape.
“One, two,” Rincon said.
Coach bent her knees and popped up, as if weightless, into the air. She landed perfectly with her butt on Rincon’s palm, one knee raised, her arms in a high V. Across the room, Chandra whistled and everyone cheered. Coach Holmes was the goods.
“Nice,” Daniel said.
“This is gonna be so cool,” I agreed, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering with excitement.
I glanced over at Terrell and Sage, who were supposedly so psyched about stunting. He, for some reason, was inspecting her palm and she was giggling and blinking up at him.
As Coach cradled out into the position we’d all been practicing, Terrell whispered something to Sage and Sage doubled over laughing. Terrell grabbed for her waist and Sage squealed and whirled away, batting at his hand. I exchanged a look of doom with Phoebe. These two were both so wrapped up in their flirt fest that they were entirely oblivious to the fact that the whole gym was silent and we were all staring at them.
So very uncool.
“Barnard! Truluck!” Coach Holmes barked, her nostrils flaring.
They both stopped and looked up. Sage had the intelligence, at least, to go ashen.
“I think Coach Rincon’s instructions were pretty clear,” Holmes said. “You were supposed to be watching the stunt.”
“Sorry, Coach,” Sage said, snapping her feet together and placing her hands behind her back.
“I hope so, Barnard, because you and your partner there will be sitting out the rest of the stunting practice,” Coach Holmes said.
“What? Why?” Terrell protested.
“Terrell, what did I tell you at the beginning of practice?” Coach Rincon said, his jaw clenched. Man took his stunting seriously. “Safety, attentiveness, awareness at all times. You just completely missed the demonstration of the stunt I was about to teach you because you were too busy tickling your partner.”
Phoebe hid a laugh behind her hand and I bit my lip.
“I saw it,” Terrell said, lifting his chin. Even though his cluelessness was evident in his eyes.
“No, you didn’t,” Rincon said.
“Sit down, please, you two,” Coach Holmes said calmly.
“But I—”
“Sit. Down .”
I think every dog and young child in the state of Florida responded to the no-nonsense strength of that order. Sage sighed, but did as she was told. Terrell looked for a moment like he was going to argue further, but Daniel caught his eye and surreptitiously shook his head. Finally Terrell huffed by us and dropped onto the bottom bleacher, shoving his legs out and crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant five-year-old who’d just
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