Part 03 (unedited)

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She walked toward us. Batting her eyelashes, said" hey Ryder! What's up. I was just thinking maybe after school you want to hang out with me and my friends."

Selene is school's b*tch. My mom and her mother are friends, really close friends. So, I had to talk to her at social events, listen to her going on and on about the dress she just bought or her latest trip to salon.

But it didn't mean I had listen to her at school. At home whenever she visited with her mother I just ignored her.

But she just did not get the message. And would not budge. She thinks that we are together.

"Not today go annoy someone else today " I said groaning in frustration when she kept on persisting that i should hangout with her and her friends at mall.

" I am not going to hang out you. And you can't get everything you want you spoiled brat " I yelled at her getting tired of her childish behavior.

"I am not a brat , you can't call me a brat"she argued.

" Well , just called you a brat . What are you going to do about it, tell your dad." I said in a mocking tone. "So, listen princess I am not afraid of him. You can't always get what you want. Go and for sake of God annoy someone else"

And with that my friends the bell rang. Signaling that the lunch was
over.

I dumped my half eaten burger in the dustbin, thanks to miss- I- can't- take- a- no- for- an- answer.

I went to boys changing room.
After changing into school's gym suit. Which is actually a black  and grey sweat shirt with school's logo on the back. And some grey and black shorts.

I went out toward our soccer field. Because our great coach thought  it's a great day to workout outside.

When I reached the field. Girls and boys were doing stretches. Since the lady coach was sick the girls and boys were merged.

The coach Matthew told us we would be doing laps around the soccer field.

He was asking us to line up. I shared this class with Sam but he was no where in sight.

Well I got in the line and stood next to a skinny nerd boy . The coach was about to blew his whistle the Sam came up running toward us. Well coach looked not so happy about him being late . But my eyes caught the figure coming toward us. I recognized the figure it was Phoenix . Meanwhile the coach was yelling to which I was not paying attention to. She ran up to the coach and said something. I was not able to hear what they were saying . But it seemed like she told the coach something which made him stopped yelling at Sam .

But, why would it make coach stop yelling?he hated it when someone was late to his class. What could she have told the coach? It means she knew where Sam had been. What were they doing? Did they knew each other? Why was I thinking so much in this case?

I was so busy thinking I did even noticed coach blowing whistle.  I broke out of my trance and started running. I ran past the skinny nerd I was standing next to before. And soon I was on the front. From the corner of my eyes I say Phoenix. She was behind me but she seemed relaxed. Like she was in no hurry to get past me. Some kids ran past her but she was maintaining a steady pace.

After 13 laps kids started to stop running. But I was not in mood to stop because I was determined to break my old record of 15 laps with out a break. Phoenix was still on track with Sam beside her and I absorbed they were talking. So, they did knew each other.

After 14 laps there was nearly no one else on the track except me and Phoenix. I knew she would have to stop sooner or later. But I wish it is sooner. Because my lungs were burning and soon I would have to stop to get oxygen properly into my lungs.

I stopped after doing 16 laps . But to my dismay Phoenix was still on track doing her 17 lap. After doing 18 laps around she stopped. She was a nerd but rather one with good running skills.

She had already broken my record with 17 laps but she had to showoff doing 18th one. So, She was one of those wannabe

The coach was clearly impressed by her performance and praised her to say my ego was hurt would be an understatement. I haven't talked to her and I already hate her. She needed to be showed her place. Despite the fact that she gave me my car's keys this morning and still have no idea how she got them. Ok I have not even talked to her and she is driving me insane.

I went to the boys changing room, took a bath and changed into my previous attire.

I went to stand at exist of girls changing room waiting for her. After dozens of girl walked out of the changing room. I thought maybe she already had left . But I still waited.After awhile when I was pretty the room was empty, i was about to attend my next class, the door of the room opened and Phoenix came out. She was about to walk past me I called out for her.
"Hey wannabe!" I said.

She turned around " excuse me are you talking to me" she inquired. Looking directly into my eyes .she had beautiful emerald green eyes. I forgot what I was about to say. But soon recovered from me state.

" no I was talking to the walls around." I sarcastically said.

" ok enjoy yourself talking to the walls " she simply said, turned around And started to walk again.

"You know after 17 laps you would have still broken the record you did not had to showoff by doing 18 laps." I came on the point.

She turned around and looked straight into my eyes and raised an eyebrow. " it's about the gym. I thought it was about your car. But to your early statement that's the difference between you guys and me you guys focus on breaking records while I focus on making records ." She said. While a smirk made it's way on her face.

I was shocked by her answer but before she would turn around and started walking again. " how did you got my car keys? " I asked.

" ask Samy about it" she said and left without saying another word. What in the world Sam had to do with my car keys being found from her.

Leaving me shocked in the empty hallway.

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