I Punched The Bad Boy

-I- It's My Fault

|Chapter 1|
|It's My Fault|

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Theania's P.O.V.

I stop the pace of my jog midway, putting my arms over my head to catch my breath. My chest heaves from the lack of oxygen.

Straightening my spine, I cup my hands over my eyes and take in my surroundings.

Trees hover over me; their branches stretch above me like they are caging me in. Various shades and shapes of leaves are scattered around the path like confetti.

The skies horizon are broad with color, pinks, purples, and blues. The colors bleed through the branches of the trees.

I take sight at the beauty above my head with a small grin.

"I didn't know you went running here," a panting voice rips me from my thoughts. My eyes snap to the person and I take a step back in precaution.

Chase McNeadle. The popular guy of the school. The nice guy of the school. The player. The guy who cheated on me with a ditzy brunette. With blonde hair, which is now plastered to his forehead, and blue eyes, Chase can surely get all the girls to kiss at his feet. Chase is the type of guy I used to date at my old school.

"I, uh, yeah I run here every once in a while to get my mind off the things." I reply, nervously shifting from one foot to another.

Glass breaks.

Chase steps closer, "Like what?" I frown at him and take a step back. Leaves crunch under my feet.

Screams.

"Nothing." I avert my eyes to the ground. I hear the fall leaves crunch as Chase steps closer.

Tears.

"Come on. I have the time." his smile makes me uneasy. I shake my head and take another step back.

I to him with an annoyed expression. I fist my hands and put them on my hips.

"Chase, I'm just here for my morning jog. I don't feel like chatting with a annoying dickwad who doesn't give two shits about anybody." I run my hand down my ponytail in a sign of irritation. I look at him to see a hurt expression on his face.

"You really don't have to be such a bitch, you know," his eyebrows furrow togther and he frowns.

I sigh, "Chase, look, I'm sorry I'm just not-"

"It's okay," he says cutting me off, "I have to go anyways. Bye, Theania." He rolls his eyes and starts back on his jog.

I frown. Good job, Thea. Make the guy hate you. Shaking my head to get rid of the thought, I pick up my feet and let them guide me on my way home.

***

"Mom!" I call out as I push open the front door. I hang up my house keys and make my way down the hall into the kitchen.

"Mom?" I question. I look into the kitchen to see my mother whisking a unknown matter in a silver bowl.

"Mom?" my mom looks up and smiles when she sees me. Age lines crinkle around her soft brown eyes.

"Hi, honey," her soft voice replies, "How was your run?" I smile when I see flour stuck in her brown hair, which is up in a bun.

"It was," I frown at the memory of Chase, "decent," I finish lamely.

My mom's smile slowly drops. She drops the whisk and rubs her hands on her apron.