The Day of The Escape

II. Jailbreak.

Jailbreak.

Hope you don’t mind I put my number in your phone and stole yours for mine. ~Brett

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

After reading the text for the seventeenth time, just to be sure, I got a stupid ass grin on my face that I couldn’t knock off no matter how hard I tried. And trust me… I tried. Brett Lincoln? Wow… What? How? What?

What the hell should I write back, and how the hell am I supposed to not faint. I mean come on. What do I say? Is this real life?

I went through a bunch of stuff in my brain and it was all just so stupid. I don’t even know how long I just sat under that oak tree thinking about it and mentally slapping myself across the face. I decided to just go sweet and simple, of course. I don’t mind. :) I hit send. I don’t mind? What the hell was that, why did I send that. Seriously Ashley. Come on. Fricking idiot.

The ring sounded through my headphones yet again and I locked my vision down at the screen of my phone, Texting during class? I always thought you were too good of a student for that... haha. ~Brett

He's thought of me before? Really? Of course not- just something people say.I tapped my fingers on the screen and sent back, No... not a goody-two-shoes. But I have free period right now.

I was actually texting Brett. Popular, tall, ripped, Brett. Brett Brett. The Brett. Holy shit. I couldn’t process how that was even possible. I was me, he was him. We are basically from two different worlds… no universes… no galaxies. WAS THIS REAL LIFE?

Mhm… suuuuree you aren’t. How’d you swing getting a free period in Junior year? ~Brett

I kept smiling. And smiling. And smiling. This wasn’t possible. I’m not! :P … um because I took… uh certain classes freshman and sophomore years and I have enough credits in certain… wow this really isn’t helping my case is it?

No… no it’s not. :P ~Brett

I shook my head at my phone, I SHOOK MY HEAD AT AN INANIMATE OBJECT LIKE IT COULD SEE ME, oh god… Shouldn’t you be paying attention in class?

He replied almost instantly, Why should I? It’s not like my teacher’s doing anything different than what ALL of my other ones were. ~Brett

By this point I had shut off my music and just listened to the sound of the wind and the birds enjoying the noises of nature and the simplicity of the world.

… while having a staring contest with my cell phone and ignoring the visual beauty outside of the screen. You’ve got me there. 

I continuously stared at my screen and for five minutes I got nothing, well that’s it. I locked my phone and placed it down on my lap, finally looking up at the beauty before me. I took in a deep breath of the crisp, clean air and closed my eyes. My phone. I picked up my phone faster than the speed of what Cable ‘promises’ your Internet will go if you switch to them to see the text I had gotten.

Meet me inside? ~Brett

My heart just stopped beating, dead stopped, dead. What?

Please. ~Brett

I stood up after reading the message and dusted off my jeans of non existent dust as I made my way to the doors. I took in a deep breath and checked the time, 1:14, as I walked inside the doors. Down the hall a little ways away I saw a tall figure leaning against a locker, he turned towards me and smiled, pushing himself from the locker and walking my way. I tucked some loose hair behind my ear and pulled down on my sleeve as I made my way over to meet him in the middle.

“Hey Ashley.” his sensual voice spoke out smoothly.

“H-hi.” my voice was far from smooth- rough, rattled, raspy those are much better adjectives.

“Nervous are we?” Brett laughed.

I looked up at him, being that the top of my head was a good half a foot below his shoulders. HIS SHOULDERS! I couldn’t form words, not in my head, not out loud, nope. My mouth was dry and my hands shaky. He chuckled at me and gestured for us to venture down the hallway. Brett came up next to me, standing quite, very, really close.

“What… what if someone catches us?” I spoke softly, still looking straight forward.

“We’ll make a run for it.” he stated sarcastically.

I smiled and instinctively bumped my side into his the way I would occasionally do with Liam when he stated something like I was incredibly dumb. After I had done this, my mind finally processed the fact that I just did that to Brett Lincoln. What the hell is wrong with me? Brett laughed and ran his hand through his voluptuous hair, as I saw from the corner of my eye. He was quite the sight, really.

“And you were trying to convince me that you aren’t a goody-two-shoes.” Brett’s hand lightly skimmed mine, so I didn’t really catch the rest of what he said, I just nodded and continued to focus on the heat present on the back of my hand.

We turned a corner, but a hand grasped my upper arm and pulled me back. I stumbled backwards and turned to face Brett who shushed me quietly and I looked up at him puzzled. Footsteps came from distance and Brett made a run for it down the hall, my arm still in his grasp as I was dragged along behind him. Brett is a track-star and a football player, how was I supposed to keep up with him? Yeah I’m fit, but not that fit.

We got to another corner before Brett stopped for a brief second and moved his hand from my arm, trailing it down until it connected to my hand. If I wasn’t out of breath before, I was then. “The Vice Principal was walking down the hallway, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I breathed out, “But if I’m being honest… I thought you were joking about making a run for it.”

He laughed, “I was at the time.”

Footsteps were becoming louder and Brett took off again, this time I kept up a little better. We were running to the double doors out the school as I heard a voice yell, “Hey! Get back here you two!”

What are we- In a Scooby-Doo episode or something?

I heard Brett laugh and pick up speed as I tried to stop, he wasn’t going to stop. Brett pushed open the doors and we ran out to the fence that separated the ‘Hangout’ from the parking lot.

“Brett? What are we doing?” I asked shakily as we stopped at the fence.

“Why, we are breaking out of jail my dear.” he responded and smiled his perfect smile down at me.

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