Suddenly Rhea

2. Are you gonna cry Rhae-rhae?

May held my hand as we ran down the hallway. Running was never my forte,am I supposed to say forte? If anything I hated running. I seemed to be dragging May behind me so I slipped my hand from hers. It wasn't fair if both of us got caught. Besides it seemed I was the one who wronged River.

"Run Rhea," May called out to me as she was already far ahead. I couldn't continue anymore. No, I was going to die. I bent to take in air. Gasping for breath, the distance I'd ran was similar to the running I'd done my entire life. I had asthma.

My chest burned and I could feel hot tears prickling my eyes. I wanted to cry, everything that had happened wasn't helping me either.  Don't cry, don't cry. I told myself.

I stood up to compose myself then suddenly a pair of hands snacked my waist. I screamed.
It didn't help to as the person who I assumed was River slammed me on the lockers. I suppressed another scream. Sharp pain shot through me, from my spine all the way to my toes. Hot tears prickled my eyes again. This was exactly what always happen to me back home. Everyone picked on me, I was the quite kid. But in Rhea world this was part of the games she and River played.

May had said something about me and her spray painting River's car. I could almost imagine what she had drawn. Maybe a dick.
I chuckled at the thought then remembered I was being held captive.

I opened my eyes slowly and gazed at my captor. Brown eyes stared back at me. His eyes were cold you could barely read them. His gaze was so intense it was as if he could burn you with it.He was almost 6ft tall. God he was big. His blond hair seemed to be all allowed his face. He didn't even bother to push it back.
God! He's cute.

" We're you gonna kiss me Rhae-rhae?" River asked me smirking at me. I take it back he's not cute. I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out it reminded me back at how how it always felt when people pushed me into lockers.

"Am I making you speechless?Rhae-rhae?" He added with the horrible smirk on him, I wanted to wipe it off. I wanted to push me off. He's such a jerk!
I felt the same way I always felt when Bobbie pushed me on lockers, the same way he would taunt me. The same helpless feeling I always had, it reminded me that apart from being the author, I was stuck in this book.

Hot tears prickled my eyes, I stared at his black converse. River loosened his hold on me. He seemed to realize I had stiffened beneath his touch. I felt as if I couldn't breath and struggled to take in air. I hated physical contact, it made me feel trapped. Despite being in a body that wasn't mine I wasn't comfortable to being touched.

"Did your cat die or something?" He mused releasing me completely. I didn't bother with answering him back. I focused on trying to breath.Dont panic, don't panic. I chanted in my head the same way I always did back home.

I wasn't Rhea I was Millie, the girl that everyone bullied. The girl who stuttered when she wanted to talk. The girl who had social anxiety. The girl who had panic attacks, I didn't want to panic on him. Add fuel to whatever was triggering him to whatever sick game Rhea and him had.

"I didn't forget what happened yesterday Rhea!" River said smirking next to him.

So I did the classic Millie thing, I ran. I ran as tears burned in my eyes. I ran without looking back. I ran on a hallway I did know. Yet I ran. I ran to a place I didn't know yet I ran. For the first time I didn't have an asthma attack. Thank God Rhea is fit!
What happened yesterday? Why did I not think this part through? Why hadn't I planned this thing through? Before getting started on the stupid book?
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I hate writing romance.
I can't really explain it but though I love reading them. I never write them. They are cliche, they promise something that is just not there. The two protagonists would always fall in love and have fight then a declaration of love.