Napped Kid

Chapter X - Lerocs

Hey you if there's someone even there, I apologize beforehand for possible ( -- more like surely) mistakes you'll find in the following chapter, writing this has been mostly therapeutic for me. I just wanted to sit, write and see if I can manage some kind of schedule. I tried...

I hope you love this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

And pretty please if you are there, talk to me, I'm lonely :(

Much love,
Ela, Lena and Mel.

P.s: sorry for the spam, edited some mistakes here and there from previous chapters xx
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Nina got up the next morning with a sole project on her mind: To move on. So what if he didn't want to kiss her? For god's sake, it wasn't like she didn't even want to be in a relationship to begin with. So, her duty for the day was to simply forget all about it. After all, it wasn't like anything had happened.

'I'm so tired of him'. She thought. Screw him.

She tied her rather long purplish hair high up in ponytail. Getting herself ready for a very much needed run through the city. She never liked to run, and she was lazy to do it regularly but she tended to do it a lot when she was stressed and needed to clear out her mind.

She placed the headphones in her ears and tucked the cellphone in the waist of her yoga pants. Frank Sinatra's melodic voice also did always wonders to calm her down. She took a deep breath and stretched, doing her best to clear her mind and forget the situation by imagining another story, like she always did.

Opening her eyes, she went through the door, closing it behind her and started her run.

Her little apartment building was located in a bohemian part of the city, where most artists resided. She run through her street, until the 6th collided with the first avenue and took a left, running uptown. She didn't exactly mind where she was going, she just wanted to feel the cool morning air in her face and do nothing, simply run.

She first had Central Park as her destination, not minding the amount of blocks she would have to run, she usually loved the walk there but suddenly turned her destination when she remembered how close was Cameron's hotel to the famous park. So she headed to the river instead and joined the tons of runners that went there during early morning. The west side was usually less crowded at that time, and personally she liked that end of the river better to run, where it was less turist.

She run almost non stop till it was close to midday, when she got tired and decided she had done enough exercise for the rest of the year. Slowly jogging, almost walking, she came back home.

As always, she surprisingly felt much better after her run. She even was in the mood for some drawing, maybe even painting. She could do it, she had never once let a boy make her feel upset for long, and this wouldn't be the first time.

Though before anything else, she needed a shower. That's what she hated the most about exercise: the sweat after it.

She took a long relaxing shower, treating herself with her favorite body oil. She spent almost an hour in the shower, until she heard knocking on the door.

Dylan had messaged her earlier asking what had happened the previous night and what had gotten into her to cut him off like that on the phone so she was expecting him to drop by sooner or later. She wasn't really up for a talk about it, but it was her best friend. She would have to do it.

"It's open!" She shouted, going out of the bathroom. She really didn't second think the fact that she was just standing there in a towel and with a big t-shirt only covering her body.