He's a Fighter & I'm a Runner

TWENTY

The election is in one week. I'm getting nervous, even though there is nothing to be nervous about.

I hate both candidates.

One because of a personal reason.

The other because of her actual political views.

Who do I even want to win? Deep down, I knew I wanted the person who ruined my family to win, but I still had this anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

During AP GovPol, I sat down quietly. I didn't really want to listen to anything my teacher said, but I had to. If I didn't, I would be in trouble.

"Class, What are your thoughts about the upcoming election?" My teacher started.

Nate, Daniel, and Luke glanced my way, but I ignored them. I was going to sit here quietly and listen.

Soon enough, the class divided itself into their political parties and debated.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt a few gentle taps on my arm. I glanced up to see Luke looking concerned.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, Why?"

"You're quiet, and you look lost in thought."

"Oh." I lamely replied.

"I have a perfect idea to cheer you up." He smiled.

"Luke, I'm fine." I reassured.

"Nope." He shook his head. "I'm going to cheer you up whether you like it or not. The bell is going to ring in five minutes, so we can leave then."

"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.

"You'll see." He smirked.

I smiled and glanced at the clock. Four minutes. I heard the noises of many students zipping open their backpacks and took the sign to pack up my things.

The bell rang, and I excitedly followed Luke. He made his way out to the parking lot where he parks his car. "So we're ditching?" I asked.

"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" He teased.

"Nope." I popped the p. "I use to ditch all the time at my old school. They didn't take attendance."

"What kind of a school doesn't take attendance?" He shook his head while grinning.

"They has this whole philosophy about if you want to learn, then you can come. If not, you fail."

"And how exactly is it working out for them?"

"When there was a huge party on a school night, the next day, the halls are empty—of course, I've never witnessed it." I smiled at him.

"If that happened here, they would take attendance three times per class." He shook his head.

"It wasn't that bad. The teachers got a day off." I shrugged, while he laughed.

"So how often did you ditch class, city girl?"

"Depends on the season. Maybe once every two weeks."

"And what exactly did you do instead of going to school?" He asked.

"Shopping, hanging out with friends, drove to the beach in the warmer months." I listed.

"How did you ever pass your classes?" He teased.

"Well I don't know, maybe I'm Jimmy Neutron."

"I don't think you have the right part to be Jimmy Neutron." He mumbled, teasingly. He glanced over to me and looked down my body. It gave me a surprising pleasurable shiver.