Run

Chapter 7

The journey back home is silent.

I rest my head on the window, the cool glass cooling my clammy skin. The silence engulfed in the car gives me time to finally think.

Jack.

I think about our earlier conversation and I suddenly begin to question everything. The fact that he had seen me crying like a child, the fact that I had the audacity to reveal my life secrets unto him- an almost stranger that had only recently caught my attention. Of course I know that I couldn't truly like him; this was just a phase.

And he is just a boy.

A boy who I occasionally like to watch from time to time; a boy who has the most amazing eye colour I've ever seen, and his hair, a big mess of brown sexiness curled on top of that fine looking head. Oh and his lips...fuck those gorgeous lips, with the ability to make any girl melt into boiling hot lava inside. And when he smiles at me I just want to grab him and do things my mother would definitely not be proud of...But of course that doesn't all have to mean I like him!

Shit...I've got a problem...

I turn my head towards Ross, whose eyes are fixed on the road with maximum concentration. Staring at him elicits this funny feeling in the pits of my stomach. For some reason unknown to me it makes me feel a sense of guilt, like I have done something wrong and let him down. I know however that after everything that has just happened this was probably just me being paranoid.

I turn to the rear-view mirror and look at Shantelle. Her recently dyed brown hair is let down in its usual curly strands in front of her shoulders, stopping mid length. I eye my beautiful Puerto Rican friend and watch as her dark brown eyes turn to look back at me. She gives me a small smile to which I return before turning back to look at Ross. I was previously longing the quietness of the car but the prolonged silence is starting to kill.

"What are you thinking?" I ask him, eyes slightly squinting.

He gives me a quick glance. "Nothing" he says, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

"Am I stupid?"

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips "I wouldn't like to say buuut..."

I give him a blank face as he lets out a low chuckle. I roll my eyes and turn away from him ignoring the small butterflies that seemingly just landed in my stomach.

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We reach my house 5 minutes later and I quickly push past Ross and Shantelle to lighten the mood and yell, "Last one to my room's a Fucktard!!"

"Wait hold up, that's cheating..." they complain as they try to catch up to me.

I quickly run up the stairs and push open the door to my room so I could sit on my bed, playing exaggeratedly with my nails. Several seconds later my room door bursts open and I slowly look up as a panting Ross appears with Shantelle ferociously wrapped around his back.

"I swear!" he breathes "You girls are beasts!!"

I laugh as he attempts to free himself from Shantelle. "So now, we have two Fucktards"

"Actually, Beast number 2 over here came after me seeing as I stepped in here first, while she played at being Tarzan."

I smile at his comment. "Maybe, but that doesn't mean you're no longer a Fucktard. It just means we have doubled the amount we started with in the first place."

He looks up at me slowly before screwing. "Biiittchhh..." he mutters deeply "Bet you think you're funny"

"I do actually" I say smirking.