Chapter 3 // Run in's

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Here it is...finally :') I was feeling very salty and casey is on her period so CAUTION CUSS WORDS (unhealthy amounts)

I NEED MOTIVATION SOMEONE BUY ME SOME PIZZA, CHEETOS AND BUBBLE TEA, THX.

CASEY:

"FUCK IT'S 8:00 O'CLOCK!"

I basically grabbed the closest clothes to me, which happened to be some jeans a hoodie and my crop top I wore to sleep as pyjamas because fuck it. I practically sprinted to my bathroom across the room and sped brushed my teeth and hair. winged liner was not even but honestly when is it ever?

I grabbed my backpack praying to dear God that I remembered to pack my lunch and books last night. Memory span of a gold fish, not surprised there. I bolted out of my room, down the hall to the steps and sprinted down with as much co-ordination as possible, but me being me I trip on the very last step and the contents of my bag spill out. Just great, I'm going to miss the bus and have to walk to school and trust me I'm way too lazy for that. But my mom quickly comes over and helps me scoop up my belongings into my bag.

I quickly murmur a thanks mum and hastily jog out the door. she shouts behind me.

"no problem honey, next time be careful running down the stairs! Have a nice day at school Casey!!".

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After running for 4 blocks and almost tripping over and falling every two seconds, I somehow managed to make it to the bus stop before 8:15, someone give me a medal. I look ratchet as fuck but i pulled my hair out of the messy pony tail it was currently in and styled it to the best of my ability.

Not even 2 minutes after, the bus pulled up to the stop and I climbed in a little surprised that the bus was not well lit like it usually is. I stumbled a bit and took a seat near the double doors at the back of the bus. However when I got there I didn't see that there was someone already sitting on the inside of the two seats, and well because the world hates me and I am destined to be the most clumsy person in human history I step on the poor guys foot and sit down next to him. I turn towards him looking at the floor in embarrassment and guilt and murmur a quick sorry before going back to staring forward and debating if I should take my phone and earbuds out to drown out the awkward silence that will be occurring for the rest of the bus ride. He gives a breathy chuckle that seems all too familiar and replies without another second passing as if he recognised me.

"You look very familiar have we met before?", I glance over, this time looking up at his face and I almost freak the fuck out. This was the same guy that I tripped over in the music shop yesterday. Wait correction, *hot guy. Not that I needed a boyfriend or anything, I have one, but honestly this guy probably had a girlfriend anyways. With a face like that I wouldn't be surprised if guys went gay for him. I mean I would.

"umm no?" my words come out almost hopeful, hopeful that he doesn't remember that is.

"OH YOU WERE THE GIRL YESTERDAY AT THE STORE, THE ONE WHO FELL!"

"oh dear God please save me"

Could this get any worse? and to answer my own damn question yes, it is only now that I realise that the hoody I have on is his. My cheeks suddenly turn into a crimson red as heart starst beating at a rate I'm pretty sure is unhealthy, I feel like slapping myself in the face but at the same time slapping him in the face; Godamn hot guy making me nervous and shit.

I get up from my seat and throw my backpack across one of my shoulders, noticing that my stop is next.

"I uh think you dropped this while you were running away yesterday?"

He hands me a small sized photo, on the front is a picture of me and Jake. My head on his shoulder and his arm around my waist with smiles plastered to our faces.

I let out a genuine smile as a thanks before folding the old photo and putting it in the back pocket of my jeans. Before I got to tuck it in the jean material I notice numbers neatly written on the back with pencil, I open the photo back up, a phone number is spread across the back of the photo as well as a name that reads Calum.

"I owe you a drink, it's the least I can do for tripping you over that day, sorry"

"Only if I get to buy you one"

"deal. You free tomorrow? noon? music store?"

"Uhh don't you have school?" I ask curiously

"Not if you don't"

"Noon it is then cya there!" "Oh, what about your jacket?" I point towards the maroon hoodie draped on my shoulders and I wonder to myself about how I didn't realise before how much bigger the jacket was.

"keep it, you'll be cold out there without it"

"Ok thanks Calum!" He winces a little at me calling out his name and waves a little bit too happily

"bye"

I make my way down the aisle of the bus towards the open double doors with ease when i hear him say something behind me

"Wait I didn't catch your name!"

I spin around a grin spread across my face

"casey"

At that I walk out of the bus, a soft gush of wind engulfing my body. I start to walk over to school, His hoodie still loosely wrapping around my body in a warm embrace.

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A/N
This chapter took me FORVER to write and edit jesus it's already 12:30 THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU PLS LOVE ME.

P.S Writers block is such a bitch so bare with my horrible attempts at subtle jokes and gooey touchy feely stuff if you know what I mean.

hope you liked it!

Xx

Lizzi

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