Chapter 213 Cherise Running Solo
Lucy sighed. “But you’ll be running solo later; everyone’s done. Are you sure you still want to go
for it?”
“Don’t sweat it.” She gave Lucy’s shoulder a reassuring pat and smiled. “I can handle a solo run.”
After recording the results for the other female students, Damien strolled over to Cherise and Lucy.
Cherise didn’t want to delay any longer. She swiftly got up and asked, “Is it my turn now?”
“Yep.” Damien nodded, taking a few strides and glancing nonchalantly at the scrape on Cherise’s knee. “You’re absolutely sure you want to run, right?”
With precise determination, the girl nodded. “Absolutely!”
The three of them headed to the starting line on the track. Damien handed Lucy the stopwatch hanging around his neck and the result record book. “You keep time.”
Lucy widened her eyes in surprise. “And what about you?”
The man chuckled softly, positioned himself at the starting line next to Cherise, and elegantly stretched his muscles. “I’m running with her.”
Lucy and the other girls were taken aback. Cherise’s treatment seemed unusual. After her clumsy tumble during the solo run, it almost seemed like she was getting special attention! And now, a handsome teacher was about to run with her? Not fair at all!
Some female students teased, “If we had known, we would’ve pretended to trip too.”
“I know, right! If I could get the sub teacher to run with me, I’d purposely trip…”
Lucy furrowed her brow, turned around, and glared at the students behind her. She added, “Even if you did break your leg, the teacher wouldn’t flinch, believe me.“
Several students bit their lips and fell silent.
Cherise gave Damien a concerned look. “Are you sure about this?”
Damien had been in a wheelchair for years, and Cherise was skeptical about his legs handling an 800-meter run after all that time.
Damien reassured her with a smile. “If you’re up for it, so am I.”
Cherise pursed her lips. “Don’t expect a leg massage tonight if you’re in pain. I won’t do it.”
She then remembered their ongoing silent treatment and turned away without saying more.
Damien smiled and said, “Then I’ll massage myself.”
Cherise hmphed and didn’t respond.
“Ready… Beep!”
Lucy signaled the start of the run with a sharp whistle, simultaneously setting Cherise and Damien into motion from the starting line.
Damien’s long legs glided gracefully and swiftly over the rubber track, commanding the attention of every female student present.
As more gazes zeroed in on him, Cherise’s discomfort deepened. It felt like the entire class of female students had their eyes on her during the 800-meter dash.
She clenched her jaw and decided to pick up her pace, choosing not to keep pace with Damien.
Damien effortlessly caught up. “Running so fast can affect your breathing.”
She ignored him and continued her stride. As they ran, a persistent ache began to churn in her abdomen. Cherise furrowed her brow; could her overdue period decide to arrive now?
No, not during the run! She gradually slowed her pace, but the pain didn’t ease.
With the finishing line approaching, Cherise gritted her teeth and pushed through the discomfort. “Are you okay?”
Damien noticed her condition. “Don’t overexert yourself.”
“No,” Cherise pursed her lips. “I can’t quit halfway.”
She didn’t want to run the 800 meters again.
