Seventeen year old Rylee Brown's life is flipped upside down when she loses her mother only to be shipped off to a man she hasn't seen in almost a decade. Moving in with her father and his perfect wife and perfect children is the last thing she want...
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Tuesday is another boring day of stupid classes at this stupid school. I have notice the lack of communication between Connor and I. A part of me has been hoping he would run into me or something that would get him to talk to me. I don't know why but there was something about him intrigued me while other parts of me wanted to slap him upside his head. Maybe it's the idea of getting under my father's skin but I would be lying if I said I wasn't remotely attracted to the guy.
Veronica made sure to keep throwing evil glares my way every time she passed me in the halls. I made sure to give her a flick of my favorite finger every time. Two can play this game.
I was able to get my phone back. I wasn't surprised when I had a few missed calls from my aunt. She left numerous of voicemails. She sounded like she was having a crossover of a panic attack and heart attack. All those years in high school participating in drama club really paid off for her I was impressed by her great acting skills over a phone.
I find myself walking to track practice dressed in running shorts and a loose tee with my hair tied up in a ponytail. As much as I try to tell myself I am doing this for Chase's benefit, I can't help but miss the exhilarating feeling that running gives me.
The team is on the sidelines, stretching their bodies as I walk in their direction. Chase is beaming as he jogs towards me, "You came!" He smiles, "I knew you couldn't dare to break this cute guy's heart." He lifts his thumbs up pointing at himself.
I roll my eyes, walking alongside him. "I am just watching." I made sure to be clear with him. I don't need him getting his hopes up for something that won't happen.
Chase mocks me, "Yeah yeah yeah. Just watching."
I pop a squat on the bench, dropping my bag at my feet. Chase and his team line up at the starting point in their start position. The sound of Mr. Rogers' whistle sends the team running. I watch everyone run and notice a couple of members are falling behind the rest of the team. Chase is leading everyone with the strongest speed but his stride lacks proper formation. I find myself critiquing the team, unable to stop the comments that are flooding my mind. By the time, everyone reaches the end I am standing up heading towards them. Chase has his arms on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.
"Rylee... H-how...was... I ?" Chase looks up at me speaking between breaths.
I place my hands on my hips, "You need to work on your breathing techniques obviously because if you can maintain that, you can get farther without slowing done." He looks up at me, confusion on his face. "Chase, maybe take bigger strides because it makes the distance easier to cover plus you should have your arms at a ninety-degree angle"
I model what his stance should look like, making a ninety-degree angle with my arms at my sides.
I find the two people that were falling behind, "What are your names?"
