Sara Kessler lead the life of a future Olympian. A strict swimming regimen, a restricting diet, a sleep schedule down to the minute. She planned to follow in her father's footsteps and win gold as a swimmer. A swimmer was what she was, and she was the best at it. She didn't have time for other aspects of teenage life, like parties, friends, or boys.

Especially boys like Cameron Clark.

She wasn't much for gossip, but Sara had heard the rumors about Cameron. He was the textbook definition of a womanizer, a player, or whatever you want to call it. People claimed he'd take 2 or sometimes 3 girls to the backseat of his car on a party night, and they'd all return with their makeup smudged and their clothes on backwards. It was rumors like that that made Sara cringe in disgust, and made her glad she had her life planned out and didn't have time to date.

She didn't understand why someone like Cameron would be interested in her, but he was. There he always was, with a towel waiting for her when she stepped out of the pool, sliding into the seat across from her in the cafeteria, catching up with her in the halls. He could have any girl in the school, yet he wanted her.

Sara didn't really see any desirable characteristics about herself that would make someone like Cameron Clark attracted to her. She never wore makeup, ( it was pointless to wear since she practically lived in the pool), Her hair was never especially done, and she didn't care how she dressed. Cameron should have been chasing short blonde girls who caked their faces in makeup and wore tight, trashy clothes. Those were the kinds of girls he would be interested in, not tall awkward brunette swimmers.

To say that Sara was inexperienced when it came to guys would be an understatement. She had never even kissed a boy, though she was in no hurry to admit that to anyone. Cameron thought that he wanted her, but if he knew about her lack of boyfriend, he'd surely change his mind. He'd want a girl who knew what she was doing, right? Not that Sara would ever accompany him to the backseat of his car. She was above that type of thing, even with no experience sexually at all.

She couldn't lie, he was handsome. And nice. But those things didn't matter, nowhere in her planned out life was there room for a boyfriend like Cameron, and Sara couldn't change that even if she wanted to. Her father made sure of that.

It wasn't that she didn't think about having a normal life, she did. When she heard chatter about a wild party on Saturday night that she hadn't known was going on, it hurt. When she saw other girls gossiping with their friends and sharing secrets, it hurt. But most of all, when she saw girls cuddling up to their boyfriends, even other girls on the swim team, it hurt. It hurt that she would never have a normal life, even though she was destined to be a swimmer.

She shouldn't be complaining. She knew she had talent that not many people had, and it was her responsibility to share that talent with the world. But still, sometimes she wished she could just have a totally normal life with no swimming at all.

Sometimes she wished she could have Cameron. She knew it was wishful thinking, but she still wished.