Runaway

Chapter 4

Julian's POV

        Do you ever feel like running? Like running for hours and hours, miles after miles, will take you somewhere?

        That's how I feel right now. With only the background noise of my heavy breathing and the occasional passing car, I feel like i'm finally going somewhere. My only concern now was if I was getting closer or farther from her.

        I slow to a jog, only to give myself enough time slap myself across my face. I didn't care about her. I couldn't care about her. She may be smart, funny and not to mention gorgeous. But she was a distraction. I needed someone who I can spend a day with, two at the most, not someone who will make me want to see them more and more.

        These thoughts were piing up in my mind, so I did what I do best, I ran.

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        I ran until my lunges were burning and I was gasping for air. I only needed to make it out of the city, but my legs took me farther than I expected. I landed in front of a brick motel; or should I say "otel" because the "M" was hanging by it's side and wasn't light like the other dust-covered lights.

        I leaned next to the smudged window before turning. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and inhaled. The musty smell filled my nostrils but I didn't care. But the small and somewhat chubby man on the otherside did. I made eye contact with the man before he ever so politly flipped me off. I guess someone doen't like have sweaty guys leaning against their windows. I decided to play it like Logan.

        I casualy walked through the door, making sure to use the most disgusted expression as I looked around the lobby. The man glared at me and I smirked. I didn't feel like taking any of his crap tonight, I've been through enough.

        "You know," I said. "You're warm welcome is the only thing that brought me in here. You should use that on all of your guests." While saying this I gestured to the window where it had just started raining slghtly.

        "Did you come in here for a room, or just to be a jerk." He responded with a smirk. It was obvious that he was only trying to match mine because it wavered slightly when he looked at mine.

        "How about we make it easy and say both? How much for one night?" I kept a straight look and await an answer.

        His eyes flickered down my figure before answering, " $30, but only for you because I feel like it's best that you pay for the damage in advance." I was confused by what he said until I looked at the faded sign behind him. I could barely make out the words.

                                                1 night....................................... $20

       "Man, that hardly seems fair. Besides, don't you owe me for your welcoming? I don't think that paying guests deserve that type of thing." I wasn't even trying to be Logan anymore. I was done. I'd been through hell and back tonight and this was it.

        Before he could respond I droped a crumpled and slightly damp $20 one the counter, took the rusted key from his hand, along with the matching room number slip, winked and smirked in the furious man's direction, before sauntering down the hall.

        Where are you Briana? I thought before leaping onto the stiff bed.