Her Chase

~{Chapter 5}~

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Curiosity, annoyance, aggravation, confusion and regret were only some of many feelings that were tumbling within me after I left the cafeteria.

Grayson Reeds - one of the four heartthrob bad boys - hugged me, an unnoticeable nerd, and thought I was the prettiest girl in the school: Fay.
However, not only that, but after noticing I was not who he thought I was, he didn't even try apologising.

Uh huh, and when was the last time anyone apologised to you? My subconscious once again questions, meeting my thoughts.

I mentally pushed any negative thoughts with a very heavy shake of my head.

It was a very early Thursday morning. Intently, I sat on a stool in the kitchen and completed any forgotten homework, since yesterday a bomb suddenly exploded in my head, creating wild and crazy assumptions. But since I was early, there were still 3 remaining hours before I had to leave the house, I wasn't bothered to dress into my attire but to only devour a few snacks to boost the energy in my brain.

I peered down at the numbers and letters that lay amongst the papers and wondered how life would be like if I just wasn't me. If I wasn't the girl who was extremely smart. If I wasn't the girl who was practically the outcast of her school. If I wasn't the girl who had to worry about eating too much before she turned into a buffoon again. If I wasn't the girl who let everyone step over her. If I wasn't the girl who belonged to a broken family. If I wasn't the girl who experienced a miserable past.

My past. Those two words I feared, incredibly. Unforgettable. Blood-curdling. Traumatising. Frightening. Dark. Every memory, every cry, every yell, every word, I still clearly remembered like it was only yesterday.

Still it was funny, how I haven't uttered a word about my past to my best friends, not because I didn't trust them but because I've never found the courage to speak a word of it. It's turned out to become something impossible for me. Reason why, they believe I grew up as a dedicated, goodie-two-shoes girl with my head stuck inside some chemistry book. But little did they know that my childhood was nothing like that. I wished it was. I wished I could have lived like every other little girl however, honestly school had been one of two things that had saved my life at the time, which is why I my love for school slowly built up like a strong, unbreakable wall.

Furthermore, my father had been the second thing that had helped build that wall of determination and I was  unbelievably thankful to him.

I sighed with frustration due to my concentration gradually being pulled forcefully by my thoughts. Finishing off the last questions and equations, I glanced momentarily at the clock and was satisfied to see I had an hour to look presentable. By presentable, I meant nerdy.

Finally, once I was brushed, showered and clothed I made my way downstairs stepped outside. The sun shone carelessly with happiness and enthusiasm, reflecting the emotions on me whilst I smiled at the welcoming weather. There was occasionally a soft, cool breeze that would pass by, blowing my dark ponytail back slightly as I galloped along the pavement towards my destination.

Saying my good mornings to friendly neighbours, I realised it was at times like those that I didn't have to pretend to smile because it would naturally form on my face seeing others' contentment.

Before I knew it, I was already walking into the school car park towards the entrance. Luckily, this time I wasn't late for Homeroom so I hastily made my way there.

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I sighed heavily as I reached the girls changing rooms and pushed the door open, lightly, trying to prevent anyone from noticing me. But obviously that plan took a toll and every girls head turned to me and most of them sneered with disgust and others grunted and looked away. Fifth period had arrived and gym class was it, but not with Diana or Sara, to my disappointment.

After all the girls were changed we made our way to the track that was outside. Since the school had earned and filed quite an amount of money, we owned an incredibly large track, with bleachers surrounding it entirely. In the centre of the track was a soccer and rugby field and along the edges were other physical activity areas. Confusing, I know.

The girls were escorted by Miss Mee, one of the female gym staff and surprisingly we collided into the boys' class, something that never usually happened. I didn't bother ogling over any of the male population, however hearing the girls swoon beside me was, in fact, quite irritating. I peered at where the attention was pouring from and was greeted by the sight of Chase, Grayson and the two other bad boys, who's names I had yet to find out.

They, like every other time, looked intriguingly handsome with their large physics, almost towering over the rest of the boys, but that lesson they're appearance looked twice as appealing, with their light blue shirts (belonging to the school's P.E uniform) clung to their built, muscular arms and chests.

I quickly looked away, my face flushing at the thoughts, and averted my attention to Mr Ilingsworth, the boys gym teacher. "Right so, classes, listen up clearly. Since the school's Grand Sports Day is just around the corner we, as joined classes, will practice and highlight the sports events that you're all taking part in. Now obviously, there's a maximum amount of people that can take part in each sport so if there's too many people, just make your way to another area." He finished of his explanation with a long breath.

The school's Grand Sports Day was an annual occasion that every junior and senior, in Mulberrington High, joined in with. Juniors would compete against other juniors and seniors and competed against other seniors. Simple.

But not so much for me, unfortunately. Despite my love for sports, the people around me were rivals and always would be, no matter what, meaning they'd never let me compete in their events. That was why last year, I ended up on the side of the bleachers as a substitute for one of the soccer games which, by the way, didn't require any replacements, leaving me standing there anticipating absolutely nothing. Sad.

My eyes gazed at Miss Mee's awed expression. She was, creepily, staring at Mr Ilingsworth with an unreadable expression but it wasn't hard to tell the lustful attraction she had towards him. I almost chuckled at how clueless she was of her surroundings, but quickly disguised it with a slight cough, still smiling though. I felt a pair of unfamiliar eyes suddenly on me, but I brushed it off casually thinking it was one of the guys, criticising me or one of the cheerleaders judging.

Sir pointed out the different areas for different events like, long jump, high jump, three-legged-race, discus throw, soccer game, rugby game, etc.

Shortly after, he dismissed us and ordered us to make our way to the areas we wanted to choose. Everyone jogged eagerly away in groups, rapidly chatting away about their plans. Watching the friendship groups so enthusiastic with each other, gave my heart a feeling of longing and sorrow. I ignored it, desperately searching the sports field for a place where no one was.

My eyes landed on the far end of the field where the 100m track was allocated and noticed how it was unoccupied; a grin immediately rose to my face as I speedily ran towards the far end of the track, luckily where nobody was.

I finally reached there and I stared dumbly ahead. Realisation slowly sank through my body, when I reminded myself that, running or sprinting was possibly the worst sport for me. Groaning hopelessly, I continuously stomped my foot on the synthetic, clean track, that was thankfully softer than concrete, and sighed exasperatedly.

I my eyes roamed around the atmosphere and noticed everyone laughing and enjoying themselves already but what caught my eye caused them to widen in shock.

Chase was striding towards the 100m area with a cold, yet slightly annoyed, expression on his attractive face.

           He did not look happy.