Royalty

Twenty

The cool breeze from the Hudson River blew through my hair as I ran down the pathway. My feet continued to carry me through the park without slowing down once. I had been running for at least an hour, or so I thought. It felt like I had been running for forever, yet I wasn't feeling tired.

I had gotten up early, as per usual, to clean the kitchen and whatever. With everything that's been on my mind, I cleaned up super quick and left without waiting for anyone else to show up. I should've gone to the gym for a session with Ronnie, but instead, I walked back to my apartment and changed my clothes before putting in headphones and walking out the door. 

The slump in which my mood was in was tremendously low. I didn't want to engage in any kind of conversation with anyone. I didn't want to even be around people, but seeing as I live in New York City, that was nearly impossible. If I had the resources, I would've flown my ass to the middle of the countryside, somewhere deep within the southern states, and cut off all communication until I felt like myself again. However, due to my lack of pretty much everything, I had to settle with taking my mind off of it all with some kind of activity. 

I had run all the way to Battery Park without stopping, not even for the cars driving in the streets. Multiple times I should've gotten hit by a taxi or something, but miraculously I'm somehow still alive and breathing. I did get honked at on several occasions, which I barely heard over my music.

Once I got to Battery, I ran up the river, passing Chelsea Piers and the Intrepid. I just continued to run until my lungs couldn't take it anymore, and soon enough I was laying down in the grass, staring at the sky above. The grass was still pretty wet from all the rain last night, but at the moment I really didn't care. My breathing was coming in really fast as my heart was trying to keep up. I probably laid there for twenty minutes before I felt relaxed and started breathing normally. The music was still filling my ears as I closed my eyes, feeling like falling asleep on the spot.

I would've liked to just fall asleep right there. I didn't sleep very well last night for a few reasons. One being that all this shit with Summer was flooding my mind and I couldn't think of anything other than that. And two being that I was squished between Xander and Isabella in my bed. I had woken up a few times during the night, but I didn't get up or move because I was just too lazy to. 

Sleeping on all that happened last night didn't do me any better. Usually a night's rest would help me to think straight, but this time nothing worked. I was still so upset about all of this. Upset that I didn't figure it out sooner. Upset that I didn't believe Isabella when she mentioned it. Upset that Summer didn't tell me anything. Upset that she wasn't even planning to tell me. And all this time I thought I knew who the hell I was dating. But no, that was not the case. I just feel like I am so stupid for not knowing, and that makes me even more upset. 

I think there were a total of seventeen missed calls from Summer and maybe twenty text messages, but I just didn't even bother to look at them. All the messages are just sitting in my inbox unread. I kind of wanted to read them, just to see what she was saying, but a part of me just didn't want to deal with her at the moment.

As I was just lying there on the grass, my music stopped playing and I was receiving a phone call. I pulled my phone out of my shorts and looked at the screen, seeing Zayn's name flashing across the top. I wondered if he knew about what was going on between Summer and I since he did claim that she was like a little sister to him. So just in case he did know about all of this stuff, I ignored his call. I couldn't be bothered to talk with him. If he did know what was going on, I had a feeling he was going to give me some kind of lecture or tell me about how Summer is feeling, and I didn't want to hear it.

It was only a few minutes later that my phone started ringing again, but this time I saw Isabella's name on the screen. I pulled the headphones out of my ears as I answered the call. Her and Xander were really the only people I could always talk to no matter what kind of mood I was in.