"You should definitely ask him what he meant!", Jane exclaims, her straight black hair dancing in the wind gracefully, like a ballet dancer.
For once, for this very special occasion, a run (so hell. Or sport, depending on who you talk to), I tied my hair in a side ponytail, especially because I don't want my hair to get greasy.
"But he had already left for his business trip this morning when Lucas woke me up. And I asked him and Marsh. if dad acted strange with them yesterday and they said no.", I explain, adjusting my shirt that is starting to feel too tight around my neck. I puff, sort of out of breath, which is could be seen as pathetic considering the fact that we're literally walking next to the students running, their faces all splotchy and red.
No thank you. I've already got to be doing sports at barely 10 in the morning, I don't feel the need to torture myself further and wind up looking like a pale tomato.
My best friend answers me, resting her hands on her hips.
"Hm, well that's odd. Talking about odd, if you don't mind me changing the subject-"
"Please do!", I plead, putting my hands in prayer for emphasis.
"What's going on with you and Dong Jae? You two seem to be getting close fast. Like last Friday, when you went in a corner, sharing secrets like two... Lovers?"
"Jane! We're just friends and you know that better than anyone else!"
I smack her on the back of the head, causing Jane to yelp and then fold my arms, shivering a bit. I really don't understand how no one appears to be freezing like me when basically everyone is under dressed for the windy October weather, including me. Maybe because they're running, they aren't as cold?
Hearing the horn, we pick up the pace: the sophomore are now running too.
We shuffle our shoes on the road, walking lazily and chatting for about 2 minute about the movie 'His Worn out Jeans', when suddenly I hear a roaring and incredibly loud motor coming from behind.
"Jiminy! What is tha-"
Before Jane can finish her sentence, a commotion drowns out her voice, the students scream and cackle, and to my horror, the engine sound is getting dangerously closer.
What is that?
What is going on???
I twirl around, scared to find a truck being driven by a vampire or something out of a R.L Stine novel, but what I see is even more terrifying if you're the kind of student who wants to have a perfect school record.
I mean, for me, that's not the case.
Not for Stephen either, it seems...
I literally scream out loud at the sight of him, which makes my best friend jump, all startled and wide eyed. She's moving to the side of the road, to prevent herself from being run over by the truck or the thing that makes so much noise.
Turns out it's just Stephen's scooter..!
Ha-ha
It's crazy that when you don't see it, it undeniably sounds like a bigger vehicle...
I nervous-laugh, watching as Stephen slows down next to me on the gravel road. Gosh, he's surely going to get expelled...
"How are you, Peyton?", the player inquires, still wearing his helmet.
Oh okay, because he had to stop to speak to me now? He really felt the need to know how I am now??? What is actually going on, this feels like a bad anxiety dream and I am feeling embarrassed, though I'm not sure why.
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The Theater Girl and the Player
Teen Fiction*FIRST DRAFT, ONGOING* Peyton Thoms joins TSHigh's theater club. In a couple of seconds of gossip, she is now considered part of the dorks, in the eyes of the other students of her school... Great. Her hopes of having a hot senior boyfriend are be...
