Water

Prolouge

She ran down the street at a very early hour. Sweat dripped down her face as the morning sun began to barely peek over the horizon. In the distance she saw the shadow of a boy. She steadily got closer to him as she ran. He sat in front of his house, a book in his hands and a water bottle next to him. He seemed like the quiet type who read books and didn't play sports or go to the gym. She proved herself wrong when she saw very toned biceps under his tight shirt. It clung to his body in the right way, making his muscles seem more prominent and his abs more noticeable. She definitely noticed them indeed.

She wondered how she had not seen him before. She shook the thought off as she ran past him and down the street.

After she passed him, he dared to looked up from his book at her retreating figure. She may not have seen him before, but he had seen her around the hallways at school, laughing with her friends. He wasn't noticed by the popular crowd that she hung out with. But he was okay with that. He was okay by himself. He picked up his water bottle and took a sip. He was okay with it just being him, his book, and his water.