JAYCE POV
I push myself harder, feeling the wind ruffle my hair, tickling my ears. My chest burns with every inhale of the cold breeze. One foot slamming into the pavement, then the other, pushing my body farther and farther.
What was that man talking about? Security detail? What event is my dad planning?
My mind spins with questions, my frustrations being vented onto the wind. My thought however, are stopped immediately, as though slamming the breaks in a car, they skid to a stop at the sight of bright red curls up ahead.
Her figure already imprinted in my mind, I know exactly who I have spotted.
Excitedly, like a damn school boy, my heart begins racing more so than it ever had from the jog, and I quickly speed up to where she herself runs.
Catching up to Mystery Girl, I tap her on the shoulder. Apparently she does not share the same friendliness that I do because the next moment my arm is twisted behind my back and her knee presses harshly into my spine whilst I'm pinned to the ground.
What the fuck?!
I did not just get beat up by a girl.
I did not just get beat up by a girl.
I did not just get beat up by a girl.
Nope didn't happen.
And with that mendacious thought, a bright red blush lights up my cheeks like a firetruck. Mystery Girl seems to collect herself, pulling her earphones from her ear and takes notice of the large crowd now gathered.
Oh my god I just got beat up by a girl and LITERALLY EVERYONE AND THEIR GRANDMA IS WATCHING.
"Ha, you gonna let me up Mystery Girl? Cause I have a mild allergy to grass and I'm about to bust out with a rash.
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Why the fuck did I just say that?
My words seem to startle her and quickly she jumps from my back, looking down at my sprawled-out figure with blank, calculating eyes.
With one last breathe to compose my awkward ass self, I hoist myself up to standing.
As I turn toward her, that angelic and yet ice-cold voice spits, "Jayce? What the hell are you doing?"
I chuckle nervously, ruffling the grass from my hair and trying not to acknowledge the full body flush that has taken over, "trying to get your attention but remind me never to do that again."
Three rapid blinks and a bite on the right corner of her bottom lip.
Huh interesting.
"Any particular reason why?" she puffs.
"Well, seeing as you left so punctually at our last date," at the word date, she raises an eyebrow,
"I thought I would offer you a coffee. Maybe even try to squeeze a name out of you?"
Another one of those frustratingly intriguing gazes, like she could squeeze every secret from my pores or seep beneath my skin and inspect my soul, "hmm. Sure, let's go" and with that she turns away and begins walking away.
Does she get how this whole date thing works? You're meant to wait for me.
Quickly jogging up to her side and setting a pace that matches hers, I look toward her. Her eyes remain trained ahead, obviously with no intention of creating small talk on the walk. That's fine.
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