Scarred (Incomplete)

Chapter 35:

"You going out for a run?" Patrick asked.

"Huh? Ohh-what?" I snapped out of my trance and looked over at Patrick. "Ohh-oh yeah."

"Something wrong?" He asked as he opened the blinds and opened the windows a crack.

"Oh no, just thinkin'" I responded.

"Thinkin' about what?" He placed his chin down on his palm, with his elbow on the table.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I folded my clean clothes. "Nothing."

"Hey, Ellie do you think you can answer the question I am about i ask?"

"Ask me anything," I said.

"Whos car was infront of our house last night?" He asked.

I gulped. "... I-I dont know."

"You hesitated."

"No i didnt!" I denied.

"Ok, and what took you long to 'put on your bra' this morning, but then when I walked in, you werent even in your bra?" He asked.

"Did you want me to be in my bra?" I shot back.

"EWW hell no! But-"

"Is it because ur going through a dry sprout of girlfriends, and you haven't seen a bra in a while, so you got curious?" I asked, even though I knew it wasnt, I just needed to stall him.

"EWW no shut the fuck up!" He ran out and I grinned to myself. Good, now I got him off the subject.

I slammed my door shut and walked over to my closet. My sports bra hung over the side of my laundry basket. It was pink, but it was kind of turning blackish from how dirty it was.

I shrugged and picked it up. I found my shorts at the bottom of the socks drawer. How did it get there? I asked myself.

I shrugged it off and put on the bra and shorts, slipping a small sweatshirt/wind-breaker over that incase it was cold outside. "Ohh right, I need a timer," I reminded myself.

I turned around and on the ground layed Nialls sweatshirt. He mustve forgotten it. Patricks fists pounded on the other end of the door. "Cmon Ellie, Im leaving," He yelled.

"Coming!" I called back, hiding the sweatshirt under my bed and grabbing my stopwatch.

When I got downstairs, Patrick was stretching and getting his stuff gathered. "Ready?" He asked, in a hushed tone.

"Yeah why are you-"

"Shh," He hushed me and pointed to the couch. "I told you it was on your account if she fell asleep down here."

"Sorry," I whispered, as I slipped on my gym shoes from school. "You know, you really need to buy me some running shoes, and some nice shoes."

"Such as? ..." He asked.

"Such as heels," I responded, quietly.

He laughed. "What would you need those for?" He boomed, making Lucy toss in her sleep.

"Shh," I now found myself hushing him. "Dates..." I answered.

Once again, he laughed in my face. "Your not old enough to go on dates."

"Im a Junior in high school, Patrick. Yes I can."

"I think your forgetting who owns this house Ellie."

"And I think your forgetting what age that people can make their own decisions and not have their older brother constantly hounding them!" And with that, I left the house, taking my Sunday morning jog alone.