Deep Regression

I Dont Do Cliche's

Chapter Playlist: Watch me by unknown, Hey soul sister by Train

My earbuds punched into my ear canals so I can try and block everything out, everything. The voices, the memories, and myself. It's just me, the sidewalk, the park, and my feet hitting the pavement.
As music pours through my ears I increase my pace and pass by people of all creations. My hoodie covering my face and that's how I like to run, being unseen.
"HOW COULD I?!?!" The squealing of my own voice coming to mind.
"It's not your fault miss..." The officer said.
Not my fault.
"How is it not my fault!?!" Tears blazing down my face at the time.
"It's not."
The feeling of pain heightening with every passing second, even after the medics covered and wrapped my wounds. Here I am though, in the hospital while they're...
"It's all your fault." I whisper as I run.
I hear a blurb of a voice in the background but I ignore it.
"It's your fault, all of it." I say a little louder to myself as I huff out breaths.
My lungs aching from assertion caused by my run. I wheeze as I ignore my body's warning of exhaustion.
"Hey." I barely make out behind me.
Oh god, don't slow down, keep going! The burn in my legs and side is helping me slow down and I hate it but it's taking my mind off the pain. I push through and continue to run like a maniac through the park.
"SELENA!" I hear clearly.
I don't bother stopping to know who it is, Kevin. Forgetting that he runs through here too was a pretty bad mistake.
"Hi Kevin." I breathily spout and see him run at my pace beside me.
"What's up?" He asks.
"Nothing?" What the fuck?
"Oh, Well hey, I'm free tonight-"
"No thanks, You've been replaced."
"Replac-"
"Listen Kevin, you said it yourself, you met someone. I'm not going to be in the way, so I found a new fuck buddy, sorry."
"I dumped her." He replies.
"Good, now go find another." I really don't care anymore.
"I tried, but the thing is..." He stops running and puts the brakes on.
I don't stop, I can't stop, the pain in my thighs feels too good. Hey, just because he stopped and got all gushy and shit on me doesn't mean I have to reciprocate the feelings.
"SELENA!" I hear him shout.
I can't stop, not when this is helping me. Turning my music up I begin to slowly drown out the rest of the world. Running, Boxing, and having rough sex is what really just does it for me, distracts.
I feel an elbow jab against my own and I automatically turn my head to see who it is. Peter, Peter with his full head of dirty blonde hair and tanned body. Damn fucking Peter.
"You run?" His voice inquiring an answer.
"Sure, if that's what you want to call it."
"Then that's what I'm calling it." He smirks as he makes his remark.
"God your an ass."
"Thanks, I've heard that it is sexy, yours isn't so bad." What?
"Something is seriously wrong with you."
"No, Your just pissed that I interrupted your little run."
"Little?" I don't give him the pleasure of turning my eyes to him.
What the fuck does he mean by little? I run four miles every morning.
"Ya, you don't seem to be an extremist in exercise and honestly I've done faster runs. I'm jogging right now."
"Really, you want the full heat of my run? Then you can have it, if you can keep up." I refrain from letting myself smile.
"Oh I can handle it, but just because your not smiling or looking at me doesn't make me any less amused then I would've been if you had. The fact that your doing the opposite of everything is very amusing."
"God! You know how much of a Asshole you sound right now? This has to be a new high for You."
"It is, but at least I'm not as bitchy as you." Did he just?
"Oh, Fuck off!" I yell.
My legs with the last amount of energy to finish strong on the last mile, kick start again and I speed up. Passing him in the dust and getting an even better sweat going.
"Fuck." I whisper under my breath.
"Did you say my name?" Peters back, great.
"No, I just said the thing your worst at."
"Ouch, Man, I guess the same could be said about you."
"Ya, okay, who was the one trying to move faster and harder last night?"
"Hmmm, me."
"Ya, I bet it's all about you, and you got kicked out of your old apartment for it."
"Nope, actually I got kicked out because I slept with my roommate's girl and he just so happened to catch us yesterday afternoon."
"That's cliche, way to go."
"Cliche?"
"Ya, happens all the time, and I bet in the end she actually began to love you."
"Yes-Were you their in the room?"
"Nope, just know cliches well."
"Okay, what if in the end of our little cliche, we end up together?" His smile wide.
"Never going to happen." Matter of factly I state.
"Really...why?"
"Because I don't do Cliches, ever."