Falling For The Brit

Chapter 1: Here Goes Nothing

Chapter 1: Here Goes Nothing

Via's POV

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"Hurry up, Mackenzie, let's go! Let's go!" I ordered my best friend to pick up the pace. She was like a snail. At the rate she was going, we barely had any chance at getting a glimpse of the action.

"Okay, okay. Wait a second, why are we running anyway?" she snapped at me, panting heavily as we continued to move swiftly along the hallway and get passed the crowd of students obviously shooting glares at us. I couldn't possibly care less. This was my one and only chance to change my life. This was going to finally make me get rid of all the shadows that had casted around me.

"You'll see, okay, just keep running," I told her. She looked unsatisfied with my answer, but she just went on.

"Yeah, but, seriously, why are we running?" she persisted on probing me. Yup, that was definitely Mackenzie. Mackenzie Venema aka my quirky, humorous, and oh-so-curious white girl of a best friend.

"If you wanna see, just keep running, you'll find out in no time, 'kay?" I told her. That way I assured her and encouraged her to run as well. Perfect! She just smiled at me while rolling her eyes.

And that was why I loved Mackenzie. She was literally the only one who totally got me.

I heavily inhaled and exhaled repeatedly. Even I started getting tired, but as I saw someone posting something on the school's public announcements board, my eyes lit up all of the sudden and with so much adrenaline, I made an effort to run a bit faster.

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait up, Viaaaaaa!!!!!" Mackenzie looked worn out and she stopped running right in the middle of the hall, "I'll catch up with you later," she tried her best making her sentence understandable, because the way she stated it was 50% gasping and 50% actual words.

I flashed her an apologetic smile before averting my attention back to my tracks.

Too late!

"Ow... what the?" I shrieked falling flat on my ass and tracing the spot on my forehead, which hit hard on something.

Or someone.

Dun dun dun dun....

"Need help?" someone offered a hand, and the bad part was I was pretty sure that 'someone' was the same 'someone' I had bumped into.

What was even worst than that? It was that I recognized that voice from anywhere.

Shit. Shit. Dirty stinking shit. 

Bat shit. 

I called out to all the deities I knew of just to plead that it wasn't whom I think it was but to my dismay, they didn't hear my cries of mercy.

"No thank you very much, Lance! I can perfectly manage myself, okay," I shot back at him. His grin quickly brushed off and turned into a cocky smirk.

I tried my best to get back on my two feet, but no luck. It was a struggle to get back without exposing my underwear to a boy, with the dress that I was wearing. Top that off with the heels I wore today.

Note to self: When expected to run a marathon, wear wedge sneakers instead, they add height but don't make you trip.

Damn. I hated being so tiny!

Oh please, I couldn't even get up just when I refused for help. 

Kill me and kill me now.