After Shawn left, Erin ploped down on her bed. With her face on her pillow she screamed in delight.
"I AM DATING A MUSIC STAR!" She screams, only stopping when she sees me.
"What's wrong? Is anything up with you and Alex?" I nod, and she walks over to my bed.
"Tell me what happened." Erin says, letting me rest my head on her shoulder.
"He cheated on me with some whore named Carlee. I broke up with him. Its no big deal." I say, lifting my head off her shoulder and getting up.
"Where are you going?" She asks. I grab my phone, ear buds and key, lacing up my boots.
"For a run. Be right back." I nod to her, then walk out the door.
Running always helped me clear my head, and relax. When I was around 11 I would walk 1.7 miles everyday, just let because I could. Mostly I walked but sometimes I ran.
My lungs accept the hard air, and my feet pound against the pavement. The feeling of euphoria flows through my body, that most people call freedom. When I run I feel like I'm defying gravity. I'm small, I'm quick, and I'm light on my feet, making me the perfect runner.
Back when I was little, I could only take so much at this speed. My sides would start to ache, and I collapsed once while pushing my limits.
My mind starts to race to different places, about Alex. For the first couple months of our relationship, I loved him. But it was only puppy love. Not to the point where I could see a future with him, which I didn't. We were too young anyway. But as years went on, he never acknowledged me. He'd come to my dorm, drink beer than leave. Sometimes I almost forgot I had a boyfriend. A dead end comes up ahead, so I decide to cross the street to go back.
I look both ways before attempting to cross the street. I say attempting because a car with no regard for the red light or the speed limit comes barreling toward me. The last thing I see before I feel the searing pain snaps my eyes shut is the car colliding with my side.
A/N
Ooohhhh! What happens next?
Above is the picture of Erin, Ashlyn's best friend and roommate. This story is rated PG-13 because of language and very mild sensuality.
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