Hopes of Amazing

Chapter 6 The Heart Gets What It Wants

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. What am I going to do? Why is Matthew here?!
"Well, I asked you a question, Spencer. Why are you here with him?" Matthew spat out as he shoved Chrysler into the wall.
Crap, crap crap. Think, think, think.
"Don't you every get near my girl again, understand." Matthew said, getting in Chrysler's face.
Oh I know he didn't just say his girl. He does not own me. That's it.
"Matthew, stop right now!" I say loudly and forcefully."I am not your girl, because we are through, now GET OUT OF MY FACE AND THIS STORE, BEFORE I REALLY LOSE MY TEMPER!" I shout, furious at him. I could seriously punch something, or preferably someone. With one more deadly, or else look, Matthew stubbornly left, knocking over a shelf of shoes in the process. He was probably seething.
"Are you ok, did he hurt you?" I ask softly, turning around and putting my arm on Chrysler's shoulder. He gently stroked my cheek and replied.
"Now I am, thanks to my cute little nurse." He smiled playfully before picking me up and carrying me bridal style over to the stunned Abby and Lucas.
"So you are officially over?!?!" Cried Abby, she always thought me and Matthew were perfect together, guess we were both wrong.
"Yep. And now I can really enjoy myself at the special event tomorrow night. I cant wait. Come on, Abby, let's go get changed, pay then we can all go eat somewhere."I said, getting approving nods from eveyone.
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(THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL)
"Chrys, Chrys! Wait up!" I say giddily as a see him walking through the front doors at school. Laughing at my excitement, he threw an arm over my shoulder and walked towards his locker, which im happy to admit, is 2 down from mine.
"Some one missing me already?" He teased as we got our stuff out of our lockers. I smoothed down my cheer uniform as I closed my locker. I have to wear it today because we have a game tonight, and we are doing our routines during my p.e. class. I am also happy to admit that when we had tryouts over the summer, we also had to work non stop on our competition routines.
"Well, seeing as you got shoved into a wall, and crushed by a man-whore. I am surprised you dont have a bruise on your arm." I say, touching his shoulder lightly, where Matthew had thrown him into the wall. He just smiled and brushed my hand away, pulling back to look me over.
"Well I am ok, but you. You, Spencer, are hella fine." He teased poking me in the side. I squealed before running off down the hall. If he wants to tease me, he has to catch me first. Thankfully I did cross country over the summer, because even though Chrysler was right on my tail, I could hear him panting, and I was barely winded. Exercise paid off.
"Gotta try harder than that." I shoot back at him as I take off, at an even faster pace towards the field,  where I knew the class was going to go in about 15 minutes.
"McGuire! GET BACK HERE!!" I hear him shout, a good 5 to 10 feet back. I start to slow my pace, so that I dont have that obvious of an advantage over him. After about 2 more minutes of running the track, I hear him gasp and then a loud THUMP! behind me. Startled, I quickly stop and turn, not even finished turning completely when I start running back toward him.