Runaways and dreamers

Chapter 2- Don't ask questions

Jace jogged after Katie as she headed for the store. "Wait up!" He whined.

"No." Katie kept walking without so much as a backward glance.

"Where are we going anyway?" Jace pestered, finally having caught up to her.

"Store."

"To do what?" He asked eagerly.

"Get food."

"Do you have money? I didn't bring any when I ran away." Jace continued to question, throughly annoying Katie.

"Idiot." she mumbled in annoyance under her breath, "And no I don't have money that's why I live in a stolen house."

"Oh." Jace said as his stupidity became evident to himself. Once they reached the store entrance, Katie pulled him backward by the collar of his shirt.

"Wait here." She instructed, holding her hand up in a stop motion.

"Why?" He whined in a bratty tone, stretching to look toward the store like a child eager for a toy he couldn't have.

"Do. not. follow. me." Katie repeated slowly, making sure to get his eye contact and ensure he was listening. Jace nodded with an deflated look as she trudged away to the store.

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Drumming her fingers on the shelf, Katie watched closely, looking for an opportunity to run out of the store with the frozen waffles.
The cashier became involved with her phone, obviously scrolling through some form of social media. Katie took the chance to run out of the store before the employee could even look up.

"Run!" Katie yelled as she charged past Jace. He raised an eyebrow before quickly sprinting after her.

They weren't caught, Katie never got caught, she made sure of that. As they jogged back into the "borrowed" lake house Katie plopped down on a chair in the kitchen, setting the waffle box on the counter.

"Waffles?" Jace question with a raised eyebrow.

"Ya. You got a problem with that?" Katie interrogated with a look that told him he'd better not have a problem with it.

"Uh, no, I like waffles." Jace rushed on, acknowledging her glare.

"Good." she replied dryly as she got up and threw a few waffles in the microwave.

"Did you get syrup?" Jace asked, not being able to contain his extensive arsenal of irritating questions. Katie glared at him murderously but made no reply. "Never Mind." He mumbled, taking a seat at the kitchen counter.

Jace sat quietly for a moment as Katie went about grabbing plates and things. But, coming from a rich background, he was used to having all his questions answered and he had a lot. "Are we just having waffles?"

"Can you shut up already?" Katie snapped, turning to face him.

Jace nodded, slightly fearful of her, but also intrigued. The way her eyes seemed to glow orange and gold fascinated him, and also reminded him of a lion with her unruly mane of wavy brownish-gold hair.

They ate silently, Jace constantly holding back questions, while Katie ignored him. She assumed that today would be like any other, plus one rich brat of course, but generally normal for her. That was, until a knock sounded from the front door, they both froze.

Katie held up a finger to her lips for silence and dragged Jace behind the wall near the door, her favorite hiding place.

The knock came again. Cautiously, Katie edged toward the door and looked out the peep hole. She gasped in shock as she saw the person who had made the knock, a police officer.