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When Damian leaves to take Nola and Cesca back to Athens and their plane, Mom goes with him. I go running. As I lace up my Nikes I stop and stare at that perfect little swish. For years it’s meant so much to me—a symbol of my running, my passion, and my connection to my dad. Now I know that all those things are part of me that can’t be contained by a scrap of colorful leather. Quickly knotting my laces, I head out the front door and toward the beach. As my adrenaline flows, my mind clears and it’s like every moment of my life leading to this moment makes perfect sense. Nike is in my soul. In my blood. And so is my dad. Maybe I feel so close to him when I run because that’s when he’s closest to me—that’s when my Nike genes kick into full gear, and that’s my dad. I smile and shake my head. I’m a descendant of Nike! Maybe Mom was right—about not telling me sooner about my heritage. I mean, if I’d been labeled as a Nike I’d have been tossed in with the Ares crowd in a flash. Nicole and Troy and I might never have become friends. They would have been off-limits to me. And the truce I have with Stella would have been completely fake. We might not be best friends, but at least I know how to read her bullcrap and that she is genuinely starting to like me—even if it’s against her will. Reaching the rocky cliffs at the far end of the beach, I sink down into the powder-soft sand. Sure, Griffin and I could have still ended up together since we’d have been in the same clique, but nothing else about my life would be— 256
“I figured I’d find you here.” I look up as Griffin sits down on the sand next to me. “I was just thinking about you,” I say. “I would hope so,” he says, smiling, “I’ve been trailing you since you hit the beach.” “Couldn’t keep up, huh?” He shrugs. “Thought you needed some time.” He sits there, arms resting on his knees as he stares out over the water, looking at me with those breathtaking blue eyes. Though he doesn’t say anything, I know he knows. “Who told you?” I ask. “About your heritage?” He focuses on the water. “Travatas.” Suddenly there’s a distance between us, and not the physical kind. Griffin is miles away on the inside and I’m not sure what that means. What if that means there’s some kind of Olympic law against our dating? Maybe Ares’s and Nike’s aren’t allowed to— “There was a prophecy,” he says, interrupting my increasingly panicked thoughts. “A prophecy?” This could be even worse. I remember that prophecy from Oedipus—what if Griffin is supposed to kill me, or, ew, what if we’re related or something. “Before I was born, my mother visited the oracle and requested a reading.” There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes. My panic vanishes as I realize that he’s thinking about his mom. “What did the oracle say?” He smiles sadly and shakes his head. “She told my mother that her son would find his match in a daughter of victory.” “Oh,” I say. Then, “Ohhh! Wow.” 257
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When Damian leaves to take Nola and Cesca back to Athens and<br />
their plane, Mom goes with him. I go running.<br />
As I lace up my Nikes I stop and stare at that perfect little swish.<br />
For years it’s meant so much to me—a symbol of my running, my passion,<br />
and my connection to my dad. Now I know that all those things<br />
are part of me that can’t be contained by a scrap of colorful leather.<br />
Quickly knotting my laces, I head out the front door and toward<br />
the beach.<br />
As my adrenaline flows, my mind clears and it’s like every moment<br />
of my life leading to this moment makes perfect sense. Nike is in my<br />
soul. In my blood. And so is my dad. Maybe I feel so close to him<br />
when I run because that’s when he’s closest to me—that’s when my<br />
Nike genes kick into full gear, and that’s my dad.<br />
I smile and shake my head. I’m a descendant of Nike!<br />
Maybe Mom was right—about not telling me sooner about my<br />
heritage. I mean, if I’d been labeled as a Nike I’d have been tossed<br />
in with the Ares crowd in a flash. Nicole and Troy and I might<br />
never have become friends. They would have been off-limits to me.<br />
And the truce I have with Stella would have been completely fake.<br />
We might not be best friends, but at least I know how to read her<br />
bullcrap and that she is genuinely starting to like me—even if it’s<br />
against her will.<br />
Reaching the rocky cliffs at the far end of the beach, I sink down<br />
into the powder-soft sand. Sure, Griffin and I could have still ended<br />
up together since we’d have been in the same clique, but nothing<br />
else about my life would be—<br />
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