Tattooed Tears (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction) ❤︎

6

Worst. Night. Ever.

I have my first class in 4 hours and I got approximately 2 hours of sleep. I'm not even being sarcastic. I've tried every strategy; music, calm music, meditation, tossing, turning,  counting sheep, all that crap. Nothing seemed to do justice. So I kind of just did the one thing that I know would help me.

Stay up.

Slowly and quietly I got out of my bed and went over to my drawer. I opened it quietly, trying not to wake Sophia or Phoebe. I grabbed my sports bra and a pair of leggings.

I grabbed my key and stuck it in my pocket. I'll be back before my first class starts. I'm super stressed out and nervous for my first day of school. A run is perfect right now.

I opened our door, which squeaked loudly. Or maybe it just seemed loud because everything else was quiet. It's definitely different from last night's loud chaos in this hall. But, hey, I'm not complaining.

I took the elevator to the main floor and surprisingly, no one is down here. Like I thought maybe just a couple people studying, or a guard or something that I would have to explain what I'm doing. Nada.

I walked out the sliding doors and plugged my headphones in my phone and tuned up my pace. I have absolutely no idea where the hell I am going but, I mean, there's a first for everything.

I ran past the school, taking it in and admiring it. There's this cute little forest trail area in front of the school so I decided to go that way.

I ran my stress off my shoulders and didn't think about anything stressful. Running is to help you distress.

To be completely honest, I ran pretty far into the woods. If I died, no one would find me for a long time.

In speaking of dying, whatever that was rustling in the bushes really didn't help settle my nerves. It kind of just made it worse. 

I continued jogging, now at a faster pace, turning around a few times to make sure I was alone. And of course, today is the one day I forget to bring my pepper spray. Evidently, the day Billy attacked me, I also forgot it. Am I starting a trend?

The rustling sound increased pretty loudly and it didn't sound like a small animal. I wasn't exactly sure if Nebraska had bears or wolves or anything and I sure as hell didn't want to find out.

"Holy shit I'm going to die," I muttered quietly as the rustling was so close to me I could see brown fur.

I kept jogging, more like running now at this point, as the creature that I will die because of, appeared.

A deer.

A freaking deer.

"Seriously? You're just a deer," I let out the sigh of relief, speaking to no one else but the deer standing in front of me. It was as if I expected it to respond.

I let out another sigh and turned back around to continue my run when wham!

The deer scattered but a new creature emerged.

It was a boy. And I just ran right into him.

"Woah!" The boy that I just slammed right into grabbed me by the waist and arms and steadied me.

"I'm so sorry, I didn-" I started to say something as I picked up my phone from the ground, but the boy interrupted me.

"Pickle girl?" He said and I recognized that voice. I looked up and saw an unfamiliar, but still familiar face.

"Cute boy?" I said and then mentally face-palmed. That was meant to be said in my head. Cute boy smirked.

"I am so sorry, that wasn't meant to be said out loud," I looked down, attempting to hide my now-red cheeks.