A/N!!
This chapter includes swearing, so a fair warning to those who doesn't like cursing!!
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Will Vinny
Any regular day would have me strolling through these halls. Today, however, is not one of those days.
"Get back here, you freak!"
"Not if you can catch up!"
"Oh, I'll catch up with your ass, Vinny!"
Fortunately for me, unfortunately for them, I'm considered as goddamn Flash. Now how did I get caught up in being chased around like a pack of wolves? Well...here ya go.
I heard some girl yapping in the halls about how her boyfriend or whatever ditched her last night over a damn cigarette. I thought that was pretty dumb so, of course, I said something. I told her it was reasonable for him to leave since she did tell him to. Oh boy, was that an entrance to hell. She scoffed at me and flicked her hair in my face—she walked up to me to specifically do that—then went to some jock that she was flirting with? I don't know their history, nor do I want to. Either way, she had them chase me. Since my name goes around the School like the plague, it was easy for them to find me.
The important question is when and how they'll catch me.
I ran around the corridors like it was an obstacle course. Zooming past all these ignorant teachers that just love to torment me with detention all damn day. These guys were hot on my tail, and the only possible way to escape was hop on the roof. Luckily, we have boxes for those type of situations, outside. They are by no means athletes, so this can give me the advantage.
Normally, someone looks at me like I would fight someone off. Which, yes, I do, but today I was too sore to do so. I had just fought an extremely buff robber last night. You know, typical criminal shit. So today was probably not the best day to defend some nerd to his girl and have three jacked guys running after me, screaming at me that I'm "dead meat".
"Fuck you, Vinny, you know you can't run for long before the Police are called!" One of the jocks screamed from behind me. Jack, was his name. A straight A dickhead! Loves to mess around with the ladies, and clearly mess around with me. Considering the guy is chasing me with his good old buddy, Callum.
Just as they were really close to grabbing my hood that flew up and down as I ran, I took a sharp turn into one of the corridors and looped behind them, running towards the nearest exit I could find. Thankfully, that caught them off guard, and now I was fleeing to the side doors near the smoke pit. Just my luck, though; Police are there at the pit. "Ah, fuck," I mumbled to myself as I tried to run past them sneakily. I succeeded, and now hopping onto the roof is my current mission.
It took a lot of climbing—and a lot of huffing and puffing—but I made it! I could hear the jocks stomping around, grumbling about how they lost me. "You can't run for long, Vinny!" Callum shouted from beneath me. I chuckled to myself as I was swinging my feet happily on the edge of the roof. I was like a little kid in that sense.
Not too long after, the same witch that flicked her hair in my face was now screaming about something.
What's she screaming for? I thought to myself.
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