Another Cliché Love Story

We Have to Fuck

Heyyy guys! This is Elijah's chapter! Enjoy!

Run!

It doesn't matter that you can't breathe!

Run!

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Back flip and grab the railing!

The feeling that I'm flying is short lived, once I grab the railing I pull myself up and keep running.

The faster you go the better you'll be!

You can't let those fuckers on your baseball team beat you!

I won't!

I run faster!

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

It doesn't matter!

I have to keep moving.

Rapid footsteps are moving towards me.

I look back and surprisingly see Eliza.

What the fuck is up with this girl?! Why is she up three stories on a building, doing parkour? Who taught her? Why can't I get away from her?

I'm seeing her a lot more and I'm not sure if I like that. I don't usually like seeing girls after I got off. There was never really a reason. I got what I wanted and that's all that matters.

Maybe I shouldn't have let her give me a hand job. Then again she was pretty good at it hopefully it'll happen again. I just don't want her heart to get in this.

I allow her to catch up to me and grab her arm.

She snaps her head to me and her eyes are storms contained behind her calm face. I wonder what'll happen if she unleashes the storm. Actually scratch that! This bitch kicked me in the balls, head-butted me and threw pots and pans at me. I know exactly what happens when she unleashes her storm.

"Let go of me!" She demands.

I frown and grip her tighter.

We slowly stop running and I get a chance to look at her.

She's wearing a green sports bra, that's pushing her tits up and a jacket that matches the sports bra.

She has some nice tits. They're not to big and not to small, but the right size to play with.

My eyes drifts to her tight black leggings that make her legs look long sexy and toned.

Looking at her all together she has a Coke Cola body.

She folds her arms, which does nothing but bring my eyes back to her tits.

"Elijah!" She fumes, stomping her foot.

"What?" I snarl, annoyed that she's yelling at me.

"Stop checking me out!" She hisses.

I roll my eyes. "More importantly what are you doing up here?"

She rolls her eyes. "I haven't been here since my dad...passed away. I just been having a lot on my mind and this used to help me get through it."

I release her. I do know her father died of Pancreatic Cancer. Everyone knows. His funeral was broadcasted! Ugh rich people.

"What are you doing up here?" She asks.

"Working out before baseball practice."

She nods. "Won't you tire yourself out?"