Bench Players (ON HIATUS)

Seven

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~A/N~

Hi, there! It's been a long time comin', somethin' somethin' somethin'. Song referance there, but I don't even know what song I was referring to cuz all I know is that the first line was in that song. 99% of people don't read A/Ns, so to whoever is reading, I'm so sorry I took so long to updaaaatte!!! <3

And if you're new to my story and you had no clue that I took ages to update this chapter, then welcome and I hope you're enjoying the story!! As long as you are nice, you're welcome to comment anything you like or even PM me sometime, although I probably won't answer since I don't do much more than update my works on my account XD

Again, sorry for the long wait, but please enjoy the new update as you go forth! :D

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** [kinda] EDITED **

IMPORTANT NOTE ***PLEASE READ

I have edited this part from the original version which had been unpublished after being published temporarily, so if you have already read this chapter then please know that the events take a different turn towards the end which contrasts to the previously published version of them. I apologize for that, but it was a crucial mistake in the storyline that I had to fix. In order to warn you of the beginning and ending of the newly updated section of this chapter, please stay alert for the following characters:

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It will indicate the point at which the events start to differ from the original version and also when they come back to the originally published version of the story. Thank you for understanding the reasons for this inconvenience as well as reading the story - it means a lot to me.

~*continuation*~

*not counting days anymore, but it's Sunday at the beginning*

*Zella's POV*

"Scott! Scott, please, wait!" I hurried after him along the pavement, trying to sound as strong as possible - in truth, I just wanted to scramble onto my bed and cry myself to sleep. There was a lot I needed to cry about and it had been way too long since I last cried about anything, for that matter.

I saw him turn and scowl at me as he started to run.

Why did he have to make it so hard?

"Scott, please!" I shouted once more, trying to keep up. I was already tired as it was.

"Will you stop coming after me?!" he snapped before turning a corner, disappearing from my sight.

I should stop chasing him. I probably look like an idiot, too. Who cares if he feels bad? He doesn't want me around so might as well just walk away without wasting my time on him.

I panted and put my hands on my knees, my dark hair hanging from my head. I grabbed my hoodie and pulled it off, sighing at the cool feeling of the wind on my hot and sweaty skin.