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the effort of dragging the huge stone statue, while Anchor probably never looked fresher.
    Now I remember. It wasn’t Anchor who was harassing me exactly. It was his sidekick, this Dave chara cter, this weak-eyed Sancho Panz a .
    Anchor was actually trying to defend me. I feel a little bit of… something. I’m not sure what it is. Is it some weird type of pride, that this character , who is so adored by everyone , made an effort to defend me against unwanted advances?
    But I catch myself. I can’t possibly be admiring such a cocky jock, can I? Even if he did try to defend me, he was probably just doing it so he could get into my pants himself, just some sort of macho way of trying to impress me.
    I’m annoyed at myself. I grab my bag full of books and leave in a huff, walking down the steps from the balcony at a tilt, leaning to the side of my heavy books.

5
Anchor
     
    I don’ t think anyone else notices her, but how could I not?
    What is she doing up in the balcony, watching us?
    There’s no doubt in my mind it’s the same girl from the night before. I think I’ve seen her around somewhere, now that I think about it. Maybe I’ve seen her in the library sometime when I had to pretend to be studying… Or, more likely, when I needed a quick place to hook up with one of the swim fans.
    There’s really nothing like the library when you need a private spot, when you’re caught in a pinch. Deep in the stacks, down in the lower levels of the basement, there’s hardly ever anyone. And if there is someone there, they’re likely just fucking their drunk brains out like I was that night.
    I can’t remember exactly what she was doing in the library. Does she work there, or is she just o ne of those library nerds who’s always hanging around with a bag full of books and studying?
    But I know she’s the girl from last night, the girl that Dave was so callously hitting on.
    I knew there was something special about her that night, and now that I see her again, my suspicions are only confirmed.
    She’s certainly not doing herself any favors the way she’s dressing. But I know she’s sexy… Sexy in a way that most girls can’t pull off.
    I do a couple laps with the team, passing two guys, even though I’m not supposed to, and when I finish, she’s gone, totally disappeared.
    “Coach needs to speak to you,” says Clug , the assistant coach.
    “I just talked with him before practice.”
    “He probably wants to know why the hell you brought that statue with you into the pool to practice,” he says, but he’s not angry. I can tell he thinks the whole thing is just too funny. Clug has always been on my side, even though sometimes he has to put on a straight face in front of c oach. Clug is really one of the guys. He’s even come out partying with us once or twice. He can chug more beers in a row than anyone I’ve ever seen.
    “You wanted to see me again, coach?” I say, entering c oach’s off ice, still just wearing my swim briefs and towel.
    “Don’t you have any sense to change before coming in here?”
    “I thought it was urgent,” I say, dripping some water onto the tiled floor.
    “Just don’t sit down, damnit ,” says Coach.
    But grumpiness doesn’t mean anything. He’s always like this.
    “So even after I essentially pardoned you and Dave, you thought it’d be a good idea to take the statue into the pool, to show off your little heist?”
    I can’t help but laugh .
    “This isn’t funny, Anchor. I’m still going to let you race, as you know.”
    “Thanks, Coach. I mean , there’s going to be a scout from the Olympics there and everything for me. I’m basically on the team already, but they need to see me one more time or something. I think they just want to copy some of my techniques.”
    “Yes, yes,” says Coach, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ve told me, and no doubt everyone else, all about the Olympics. Listen kid, you’re not there yet. You’ve got a lot of work to do