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Chapter 10

*Faiths POV*

"Hey there you are! Where were you this whole morning?" Felicity asked slamming her tray down on the table.

I didnt answer her. I just looked up at her and then back at the table.

She pulled her chair out from the table and sat down. "Hey, what's wrong?"

I didnt answer. I didn't want to.

She may be my best friend, but for all I care right now, she can go fuck herself.

"Faith, please answer me. We want to help if there's anything wrong." Felicity pleaded.

Cassie walked up to the table with Kelly, both carrying their trays.

"Hey what's wrong with Faith?" Cassie asked.

I looked up at Kelly, then Cassie, then Felicity.

I picked my bag up from the floor and left the cafeteria with an apple in hand.

I went to the gymnasium and went into the locker room. I unlocked my tall, light brown, beat up locker, and got dressed into my gym clothes.

I put on my spandex and my Taylor Caniff tank top.

I slipped on my nikes, and then plugged my headphones into my iPhone and put it in my sports bra.

I locked my locker and ran to the other side of the gym, the boys section, and ran down the stairs and went out the door that led to the football field.

I started running around the track, no one knowing I was out here.

I ran around 20 laps before I colapsed and skinned my knees.

I took out my earbuds, listening to Jack and Jack, and breathed heavily.

I looked up at the grandstand and saw Felicity and Jarod sitting down, watching me. Jarod is Felicitys boyfriend.

I stood up.

"What, what are you guys doing here?" I asked breathing heavily, breathless.

"We got worried about you. So we followed you." Jarod replied.

"Why can't you guys leave me alone, give me my space?" I asked throwing my arms in the air and slapping them down by my sides.

"Cause we care about you." Felicity said.

I plugged my earbuds back in, Buck Wild just starting up, and began to run again.

Everytime I passed the stands, I saw my friends watching me with the sadest expression.

I can't tell them.

They wouldn't understand.

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