Run

Chapter Twenty-Three (part two)

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GUYS I'M SO SORRY! I haven't uploaded in foreverrrr. I had finals and when I tried to write my fingers just sat on the keyboard not moving! I also sort of gave up on this, but I want to finish this, so IT WILL BE FINISHED! ... Some day... Someone once told me that a good writer always finishes their stories, even if they don't like them, because someone else probably will.

RUN

By Elissa Evenson

Chapter Twenty-Three: STACY

-one hour earlier-

I turned on the water in the sink so that it was gushing. I sat in the bathtub and thought about what I had just seen. I let the tears fall freely.

I didn't care that my shoulders heaved when I couldn't seem to get enough air. I didn't care if someone knocked on the door. I didn't care if I was hogging up the bathroom. I just didn't care anymore.

Flashes of what happened earlier keep replaying in my mind. I couldn't suppress a shudder as I recalled the earlier events.

I know it seems like I'm being a drama queen, but I just felt so terrible! I felt like a wasn't worth anything.

I had awkwardly walked around the game room for a while, before realizing I looked like a dork. I walked up to a pretty cute-looking guy and challenged him to a game of air hockey. We had three games. (he won two, and I won one) We had a good time, but I needed to find Mason. It had already been 30 minutes and he wasn't back yet. I bade goodbye to Eric, (that was his name) but before I could go, he called out my name.

"Stacy, wait!" I turned around and looked at him expectantly. He rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously. Cute. "Um, uh, I was wondering if you had a phone, and, uh, we could switch numbers." I shook my head sadly.

"I'm really sorry Eric, but I don't even have a phone."

"Is there any other way we can keep in touch?" He asked desperately. I grimaced and looked at the floor.

"Um, no. Not really." Eric's face crumpled and I hated seeing him look sad.

"Oh, well, I'll see you around?" He posed it as a question. I nodded.

"Yeah, hopefully." I said and gave him a small smile.

"Ok." He gave me a sad, small smile. I'll see you around then. He gave me a small wave, and I headed upstairs.

I walked in the kitchen and I didn't find Mason anywhere. It was pretty rude of him to just forget me, but I'm sure he got caught up with his friends. I guess I could afford to be a little flexible. I poured myself a glass of pop (grape) and took a small sip.

I was rewarded with tingly bubbles erupting all over my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the slightly grape-flavored pop. I forgot the last time I had had pop. It tasted even better than I had remembered it.

My thoughts were interrupted by a deep, husky voice.

"Enjoying your pop?" An amused voice asked me. My eyes snapped open to meet a muscular chest. I had to bend my neck up to see the slight smirk on his face.

Now, I was pretty tall (especially for a girl) so this guy was HUGE. He had icy blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Typical hot guy, but you know, I already had Mason.

He tilted his head slightly at me and I found my voice again.

"Ya. I haven't had pop in a really long time. It tastes good." I gave him a small smile and surprised myself at how confident my voice sounded.