Running Away // H.S //

TWENTY NINE

-Baileys pov-

I wake up to the sound of my marimba alarm. It's Saturday. I immediately check my phone for any messages from Brent.

Brent: morning 😉

Me: morning 😊

Brent: are you still coming to my game?

Me: yeeet

Brent: see you 😏

Me: see you, 😂

I was about to text Paige when Harry's face popped up on my phone. I was debating whether I should answer or not. I press the answer button.

"Holy shit you answered!" I let him speak. "I just want-- can we please meet up? I-i want--"

"I have to be somewhere." I hang up. I sigh and finally called paige. I told her that i was picking her up and drive to Brent's lacrosse game.

I pull in front of Paige's house and honked the horn.

Minutes later, Paige comes out wearing a sundress. Of course she wore a dress.

"Hey, you think this dress is too short or I'm--" Paige opens the car door to show me, I laugh.

"Paige you look fine." I gesture for her to get in because she's taking forever.

"Girl you looking good with that shorts on too." She finally gets in and shuts the door. I laughed and started driving.

>>>>

"Holy shit. This school is like, wow. " Paige admires the school. To be honest,
I like this school more. It's bigger than our stupid school.

I find a parking spot and parked my car. "Hey you should text Alex and ask him where we should go 'cause I got no clue." I tell Paige.

"He said to go through the front entrance and just go straight till we see a door that says 'outdoor' and we could just sit on the bleachers." She says. I nod and we walk together to the front entrance.

As we went inside the school, we went straight to the 'outdoor' door and got met by a group of guys playing lacrosse.

We found an open spot on the bleachers and sat there. There are a lot of people here.

"Oh!" Paige squeals making me jump, "there's Alex." She points. I look for the number 7, and yes that's his volleyball number too.

"He right there." Paige points at Alex again.

"Oh my god yes I know. I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for Brent." I scan the field.

"He's right there." She points again at the same direction. I mentally slap myself, his number was right there.

"You know they should have a girls lacrosse team." Paige starts a conversation after a while.

I look at her, "Do you even remember why we stopped playing lacrosse?" I say. "Because I got hit in the fucking face by Reese Dale."