Strong(sequel to Still the One)

Jordan
Since faking the flu, I had to skip two weeks of school to keep the facade. This meant I had to skip practice as well. So I was very out of shape.
I had noticed myself getting skinnier, and although it was not as skinny as I would've liked, my practice suits became too big. So instead of making it look like I really bought new suits every week, I bought the exact suit, just a size or two smaller. So, I had a lot of swim suits after a month or so.
"You're getting very into shape, Jordan!" my coach beamed. It seemed she was always happy with me.
I just smiled as always and finished the set.
About an hour into our practice, I noticed a blonde boy sitting on the bleachers. Niall. He didn't notice me looking at him though. Seeing as I was out of shape, I decided to pick up my pace and swim harder. I needed to build up muscle and showing off for Niall wouldn't hurt. I started swimming my 50s on a 24 and my 100s on a 50. These were excellent times.
My coach had noticed me getting faster too.
"Jordan! Already in full spring! What's the reason you kicked in so fast?"
"My boyfriend's here!" I gushed.
"Well, you tell him to come more often if you're going to continue to swim like this! I want him at the next meet!" She smiled.
I laughed. "Sure!"
After three more hours of swimming fast, kicking hard, and trying not to breathe, I was finally done. I walked fast across the pool deck to Niall who liked very impressed.
"Princess! How'd you get so fast? Aren't you running out of air?" He asked as he scooped me up in a hug.
"Practice. And no not really." I laughed, hugging him back.
"Hey Princess," he began. "You look like you've been getting a lot skinnier."
"Well, I was sick Nialler. You lose weight from that."
"I know but, usually not that much. Have you been eating?"
"Of course Niall! You know how much I love food! I've eaten in front of you!"
"I know. I just want to look out for you. Even though you're my girlfriend, you're like the little sister I never had."
"Oh, thank you! That's so sweet!" I said as I gave him a kiss.
"Promise me you'll tell me if something's bothering you, Jordan?" He looked me in the eye and I knew he had me.
"Uh…yeah. Promise," I said, not too convincingly.
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Lauren
Hazza Bear was picking me up from practice today, and I was really excited, especially since the other girls on my team weren't being incredibly nice to me now that they had figured out who my boyfriend was.
Today we had drylands, so I was wearing blue running shorts and a yellow triathlon shirt.
The cuts on my wrists and ankles were barely noticeable, but trust my teammates to pick them out.
"Lauren what are those?"
"Oh um, my cat scratched me," I lied through my teeth.
"Attention whore!" One of the girls hissed causing all the others to burst out laughing.
After drylands, I waited for Harry and ran to his Range Rover as soon as it pulled up.
"Hi Harry!" I smiled jumping up to the passenger seat.
"Hey Kitten! How were drylands?"
"Fine," I responded nonchalantly.
"Kitten," he said sternly. "What're those on your wrists?"
"Um, it was my cat," I said immediately regretting it. Harry knew I didn't have a cat.
"Lauren. You don't even have a cat!"
"Sorry. I meant Jordan's cat!"
"Jordan doesn't have a cat either!"
"Right. Well I'm terrible at shaving!"
"You shave your wrists?" He questioned.
He knew my little secret, yet he let me hang on to it. And I could never understand why.
"Yessss…" I drew the word out. Why was it so easy to lie to him? Why did he let me?
I didn't think I would ever know. Well, maybe someday I would.

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