TUESDAY, 09:34
Wesley grunts as he kicks the door open. Sunlight streams in on our faces as we run out onto the open roof. Around me, I can hear the traffic of morning rush hour below us, a few distant airplanes, far away birds, and Wesley's panting. He turns around and looks at me, his blue eyes making my face heat up again.
"Right. We're going to jump now." he points to a nearby building, which is quite close but a bit lower. "Is that building good?"
I nod.
"Lovely."
Behind me, I hear loud shouting. "She's up there!" Someone shouts. They must be getting closer. We have to get out of here or else we'll both be dead... Literally.
Wesley hears this too because he extends his hand to me. I just stare at it—he wants to hold my hand—until he scoffs.
"C'mon. We're both mature adults. Can you handle holding a boy's hand for ten seconds?"
"Ten seconds...?"
"Sagittarius!"a voice calls not too far away. I recognize the voice immediately: Mr. Weise.
"Maybe eleven, okay? Let's go!" and then it happens. Wesley reaches out and grabs my hand, wrapping his long and warm fingers around my damp and sweaty one. Then he starts running forward, and I realize where we are going—right over the edge of the building. And that's exactly what we do. We charge forward, gaining momentum, so fast that I don't even have time to turn around behind me to see if we're being followed. Wesley jumps first, followed by me. The first thought that runs through my head is, this jump is a lot longer than the one I took last night, and soon we're flying through the air. His hand is still wrapped around mine as our legs move back and forth, as if to paddle us a bit forward. I see the street rushing below us, the wind slapping my face, and the edge of the next building coming up to meet us quickly. It's way too quick. I shut my eyes and feel Wesley squeeze my hand tightly. He grunts loudly as he hits the ground, and soon I do. My left foot hits first, followed by my knees then the rest of my body. My hand gets torn from Wesley's as we both roll on the ground. The wind has been knocked out of my lungs and I breath desperately, taking in all the air I can. My vision is swarming and my ear's are ringing, but somehow, I'm alive.
I take the next moment to stare at the morning sky. It's a light blue, which reminds me of Wesley's eyes. There are a few clouds, but they just contrast the lightness and darkness.
"Are you okay?" suddenly, the sky is gone and its replaced by Wesley's face. He leans over me, his eyes clouded with worry and concern. He has a small cut on the side of his face.
I nod, and he pulls me up. Then we both look at the building we jumped from. Sure enough, there stands Mr. Weise, along with his other fellow snipers, looking over at us. Did they watch us jump? Will they be following us?
"We have to go." I feel Wesley tug my arm, and I let him. Then we are running again, this time down another fifteen flights of a different building. We both say nothing, we just breath heavily as we run down the stairs desperately. By the time we reach the bottom, I am absolutely exhausted, ready to faint and end everything. I'm sure Wesley is feeling this way too, but he doesn't seem to show it. He runs a hand through his hair as he pushes open the door to the lobby, which is fairly crowded. It looks like there's a breakfast banquet.
"Where are we going?" I whisper to him.
"Somewhere away from here. If we hurry, your friends won't notice us in all this crowd."
My friends. Mr. Weise and the other snipers were never my friends. I want to tell him this, but I don't. I'm too tired.
"Just follow my lead."
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