Spring Break (Janoskians)

Chapter 5

Bella
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My run was like any other one, boring. It consists of the same thing constantly. Even if you go 28 miles, or only 1. You're doing the same thing. Always thinking "this sucks", or "this is the last time I'm doing this" but it never is. You keep doing it. Different people have different reasons. Stress reliever, for the competition, or maybe they don't even know what the heck they're thinking when they begin. But the one thing about it is that you get sucked in. It's almost like a drug to some people. Even though it's painful, you keep doing it, and no one, not even yourself, knows why.

About four miles into my run, I am stopped when I almost collide with the boy from the mall. Not the want to be dog, but the kisser.

"Watch where you're going," i bluntly command. He lost every single piece of respect I had for him when he kissed me. I know it was a dare. No boy in the right mind would do that to a girl.

"I actually have to talk to you about something and by the way, I am really sorry for earlier today. You probably noticed that it was a dare by the way my friends were reacting," he says. He better hurry up with his little speech because I am trying to beat my previous time. "It looks like we're into the same thing, we're both running" he continues.
I guess he got that part right. But I'm not really into running, my parents are. Being an only child, you don't want to disappoint them. You'll do anything for them. Even taking up a sport you have no interest in.

"Can I finish my run now?" I ask.

"Just hear me out one minuet longer. If I could just have your number, maybe I could make it up to you for what happened earlier today. We could go out to eat sometime? Or maybe just hang out with my friends?" he says. I feel bad because he's actually trying to make this right and I have no interest in trying to make it better with him. I just met him today and we don't even know each others names.

"We don't even know each others names" I say trying to find a reason to say no without sounding stuck up.

"Daniel" what?

"Daniel" he repeats again.

"Bella" I say.

He takes my phone from my hand types in a bunch of random buttons, and soon we are both in our separate ways.

What did I get myself into?

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and once again another update. thanks for reading and thanks @kaitlyn_alcorn for making me an awesome cover because I suck at it. on the side is another picture from the kcas so yeah bye