It Started with Skinny Jeans

(Ch 4)It Started with a Pottery Lesson

Three days had passed since I’d confronted Scott, and for all three we’d basically been inseparable. This was not by choice, of course, but since we were already two days behind our classmates, we had no choice but to catch up.

Surprisingly it turns out we had a lot more in common then I thought. Okay, so I wasn’t surprised, completely. I knew that it was likely that we’d share something other then our spitfire personalities.

As it turns out Scott was really into music, heavy metal mostly, but he had a thing for indie and alternate rock too. I was more a punk girl myself, but this didn’t matter because in the end we still ended up in a debate about what was the best genre and who the best bands were.

I can proudly say I won part of the argument, though winning wasn’t that easy since Scott kept on and on until we called it a quits. We’d had a good laugh about it after though so there was no storming off in anger this time. It seemed like we’d gotten used to each other and our varying moods.

I hated to admit this, but I was actually really enjoying Scott’s company. He made me laugh at the most inappropriate things, I even enjoyed his different look on life, but what I enjoyed the most was that he not only challenged me mentally, but physically too.

Now I know what you’re thinking and no… he hasn’t gotten into my pants. He can keep dreaming about the day because it won’t be happening in reality anytime soon.

No, when I mean he challenges me physically is that Scott is actually into sport. Shocker, right. Not even I saw that one coming. Turns out he loves to run long distance and had been on his schools track team until art and sculpting became main priority in his life.

It kind of explains how he was able to keep the physic he had.

I’d asked him about running and he just said he loved the care free way he felt when he ran. His music blaring in his ears, the wind whipping at his face, the need to feel the speed as adrenaline rushed through his veins.

I guess I should have seen the next part coming because the next thing I know I’d been roped to join him on one of his morning runs.

I was up at five – this was only possible because Scott had enlisted Raina’s help to get me out of bed – and was out the door by five fifteen.

”Good morning sunshine.” He greeted me too chirpily.

I groaned. “Oh, great. You’re a morning person.”

He winked at me. “You’ve got that right.”

I rubbed at my sleepy eyes, sneering at him. “I hate you so much right now.”

“Good,” He barked, making me jump, “you can use that to fuel your running.”

We proceeded to do our stretches and followed his usual warm up routine. This wasn’t so bad, but it seemed I’d spoken too soon.

By the time we were half way done with his usual running path, I was wheezing and just about ready to fall over.

“I – can’t – breath.” I just about managed to wheeze out.

Scott jogged on the stop as I sat on a near by log. “Come on lazy pants. We’re almost done. I haven’t even worked up a sweat yet.”

I gulped down a mouth full of water. “Yeah, because… you’re used to… this.”

He chuckled, stopping and taking a seat next to me.

I frowned at him. “Why are you stopping?”

“You’re clearly not going to be moving anytime soon. I might as well get comfortable.” He declared as he stretched out beside me.

I studied him. “What?” he snapped.