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Diving Into You

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One drunk night.

One accident captured for the world to see.

One career changing opportunity.

It was those three things that brought us together, but as the spectacle of the Olympics unfolded around us and our secrets were laid bare something else was blossoming.

If my past didn’t rear its ugly head and ruin it all of course.

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Chapter One
Chapter One Riley Wrapping my hand around the half-empty wine bottle I topped my glass up. Ignoring the pointed looks of my friends as I did so. I didn’t need to look at them to know they were wearing identical looks of amusement and apprehension.  One more glass wouldn’t hurt, right? As long as I didn’t show up to work hungover I was free to drown my sorrows as much as I wanted to tonight. And I did want to drown them. I was about to graduate, after all those years of hard work, sleepless nights and basically working my ass off. I should have been excited. Like my classmates, several of who I could see around me laughing and joking. But I felt nothing but deflated and some horrible empty gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. Graduation would mean not seeing Carl. Or at least not seeing him as much as I was used to. And that kind of sucked. No sucked wasn’t the right word.  When would I see him if we didn’t have a class together? The thought of not seeing him every other day was enough to make my heart beat a little faster in my chest. He had been such a huge part of my life for so long I couldn’t even remember a time when he hadn’t been around.  Not that he was my boyfriend. Although I wanted him to be … desperately. “You know we are meant to be celebrating right?” My friends usually cheery voice just didn’t have the usual playful lilt to it and I raised my eyes up to her heart-shaped face. She was right of course, just like she usually was. This was meant to be a celebration. And yet it felt more like a wake. “We all know why you have that face on.” Eve’s eyes swept over me and I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally. My “crush” on Carl was common knowledge between us. Not that my two best friends had been much help in that department so far. Or maybe they had. And I hadn’t wanted to listen. “What face?” I asked more to fill the silence than anything else. For a bar crowded with people and blasting music, it felt oddly quiet. Maybe this really was a wake.  Sure as hell felt like one. Taking a large gulp of wine I tried to hide my grimace. I wasn’t even sure why we drank it. To me, it tasted bitter and more like vinegar then something to be sipped and savoured. But then again what did I know? I would have to cut myself off after I finished this glass though, two should be my limit and this was already my third. “That one.” She motioned with her hand. “It looks like you are sucking on a lemon.” “I’m fine.” I frowned down at my glass. Did she really just say I had a face like I was sucking on a lemon? Was I that easy to read? Conscious of her eyes on me I schooled my features into a smile. “Yeah nice try,” Shaking her head she turned her bright eyes onto the third person sitting at our high table. “What’s eating you?” Debbie glanced at me, a wild almost panicked look in her eyes and I felt a wave of sympathy for her. She wasn’t used to Eves direct way of questioning like I was. Sure we were all friends. Best friends. But Eve just didn’t give her the third degree like she did me. “Nothing, just thinking.” Debbie shrugged and the strap of her purple tank top slipped over her shoulder. “Trying to find some inspiration.” Her eyes skirted over me and I looked away. I knew she sometimes found inspiration from my tales of the gorgeous men I occasionally got to interview. And I had been sadly lacking in interesting assignments recently. Still, I didn’t need her laying that type of guilt trip on me. I had enough stress of my own… “So….” Eve turned bodily on her stool and I noted more than one set of male eyes track her movement. Or should I say her breasts movement. I stifled a laugh as she rolled her eyes. Out of all of us, Eve was the one the men fell over themselves for. Not that she flaunted it if anything half the time their overly flattering attention seemed to bore her. “Any news on that big interview you are keeping to yourself?” I blinked up at her In surprise. Wiping the back of my hand over my watery eyes and leaving a smudge of black mascara on it. Dammit. Note to self, buy waterproof mascara.  “How did you….” I trailed off, of course, she knew. There wasn’t much that got past Eve and Debbie. Not to mention I was always leaving my laptop open and they were always at mine. They had obviously seen the emails.  Snooping wasn’t beneath them, especially if they thought I was hiding something.  “So have you?” Debbie was leaning forward and there a glint in her eye, a familiar one of mischief. “Please tell me you have that particular interview nailed down.” She was drumming her fingers on the table excitedly. “I could get so much inspiration from him.” Laughing I rolled my eyes. Yeah her and millions of other people, both men and women alike. I had been trying for months to get an interview with him.  Gorgeous, single and our ticket to several gold medals. Elliot Davies was the star of millions of women’s wet dreams and probably several men as well but to me, he was an opportunity to start my career as a journalist with a bang.  A career-changing interview. If he would just agree of course and so far he hadn’t.  Just another reason to drown my sorrows tonight.  “No he hasn’t and I don’t want to talk about work right now anyway.” I reached for the bottle.  One more wouldn’t hurt, right? Even as I poured the pale gold liquid into my glass I knew I would regret it.  “No?” Eve c****d her head. “Shall we talk about your love life instead?” I frowned. What love life? If I had one then I would gladly talk about it.  “I am having even less luck in love then I am in my career.” I was so lost in my own head that I didn’t see the look that my two best friends shared.  “Carl?” I nodded, of course, it was Carl. It had been Carl for the last four years.  “Oh if you want him, Riley, we can get you him.” Eve’s nails were drumming on her own half-empty glass and I stared at the red ovals mesmerised. I had heard several of my friend’s outlandish schemes before and never acted on any of them. Maybe I should this time. Maybe this was going to be my only chance to get the boy I had been half in love with for years.  “I want him.” “Then listen up.” She was grinning as she leant forward. “ I have a plan.”

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