r.t. ~ chase

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D3
Cafeteria, Eden Hall
Monday, 1996
11:28 a.m.

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"If I die, tell my family I love them and to never check my room."

"Y/n, you can't be serious. All of them are gonna chase you down! Just don't do it." Said Russ, trying to sit me back down from teasing the seniors.

"I'm gonna do it. Carpe diem, Tyler. It's nice knowing you." I said walking to the varsity table.

"Hey boys... Hey Banksie." I said. Adam just awkwardly smiled at me and continued eating. "What are you doing here?" Said the one named Cole.

"I just wanted to say... How good looking you guys are! I mean, love the fresh cut Scooter. And that shirt is the literal definition of nice, Riley." I said. "All of your face structure is really what I live for. And your skills in hockey. It's like, once your on the ice, you're the idol everyone loves!" I kept on going and going.

They all grinned, flattered and proud.

"Sorry, I was just checking if I could still lie. Thanks for the practice!" I said and immediately ran as they chased behind me.

"Russ! Tell Hitler I'll see him in hell!" I screamed to him as the seniors kept chasing me down.

• RUSS'S POV •

"I'll be right back."  I said with a nervous chuckle and ran straight to where Y/n ran.

"I'm coming, Y/n! If I don't save you, you gotta tell James Dean I love him!" I screamed, still following behind them.

She was running like the wind blows.

"Run Forrest, Run!" I shouted. "Oh fuck off!" She shouted back as she finally got varsity tired of running.

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Short and the insult was bad.

But, it's late but I felt like writing.

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