On The Run

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.
- Napoleon Bonaparte

As we all know, I didn't want to spend my Saturday cleaning up the side of the house and painting, so today I am going to throw a little bit with Mark.

Now you may be wondering, why is she throwing a ball around when she isn't even on the softball team? Well to answer your question, I am doing it because you never know when you're going to need to throw something and because Mark can barely throw.

"Come on Mark, let's throw." I yell at him. He groans and grabs a glove and a baseball. Weird, I know, but throwing a baseball makes me concentrate on catching and hitting my target since they are smaller than softballs.

We go to the front yard and start throwing the ball back and forth. Well more like throwing and rolling it back and forth. As cars go in and out of our neighborhood, I make sure I throw it to Mark.

"Come on, you need to throw it back. You never know when you're gonna get kidnapped and you need something to throw at your attacker!" I scream at Mark, laughing a little. "Easy for you to say, miss softball player. If I throw it, then it will go into one of our windows." He explains rolling the baseball back.

I walk to where it stopped, when I hear a loud engine. I shrugged it off because it was far in the distance. I walk back to my spot and throw the baseball, but of course, Mark wasn't looking and had to dodge when the ball came flying towards his face.

The ball bounces a few times before hitting a car. I groan when I realize it was a nice car and whoever owns it will be pissed that I could've just dented their car. I put my head in my hand and sigh disappointed with my cousin as the car stopped.

Me and Mark walk up to the car.

"Go grab the ball, while I talk to the guy about the car." I say to Mark. He nods and heads towards where the ball went.

The guy gets out of the car and turns towards me. He is around my age with brown short hair, green eyes, a sharp jawline and tan skin. He looks familiar, but I don't know where I've seen him before. I walk up to him.

"Hey, I'm sorry I hit your car, my stupid cousin doesn't know how to catch with his glove rather then his face, if you know what I mean." I say looking him in the eye. He is frowning, but a small smile makes its way to his face before going away again. "Yeah, I get you." He says looking behind me.

I look at his car and crouch down to it. I inspected where I thought the ball hit the car. "Well it doesn't look like you hav-" before I can finish the sentence, Mark butts in. "Hey Ace, how you doing?" Mark says.

So his name is Ace. Where have I heard that name before? Hmmmmm. Wait.

"Do you happen to be Ace Torres, by any chance?" I ask masking my emotions. Ace turns to me and gives a nod. "Yes, in fact I am. You must be Isabella." He says with a smirk. I nod my head. I give him a questioning look. "Sorry, I've just heard rumors going around that you told Veronica off, and that you and Mark were cousin's." He says bluntly. I nod and look towards his car. "Well, there isn't any damage that I can see, so you should be good to go." I say, wanting him to go away quickly because, for all I know, he knows about my past or worse, he could be a part of who is trying to find me.

"Now wait a second, you can't just dismiss him off like that. You have to apologise." Mark says quickly. "I already did, and it isn't my fault he had to stop because someone couldn't put his glove in front of his face and catch the damn ball." I say annoyed that Ace is still here.

"Now that wasn't my fault because you threw it at me when I wasn't looking. How was I supposed to know that you threw it." Mark says laughing a little. I frown. "You looked straight at me whenever I threw it." I say frustrated that Ace is hearing us argue over whose fault it was like we're two year olds.

"Did not

Did too

Did not

Did too

No

Yep

No 

Yep

No

Yep

N-" Mark gets cut off from Ace laughing. I look at Ace.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask him while he is on the ground laughing. "You two sound like two year olds fighting over a toy." He says once he calms down.

"Pfft." I scoff as I turn away from both of them to hide a smile forming on my face. I look at Ace's car again while Mark and Ace get into a little conversation.

"Hey Ace, aren't you on the baseball and football team?" Mark randomly asks. I turn back around to look at Mark, giving him the what-the-hell look. He doesn't even look at me.

Ace says yes. "Good, then can you throw with this one. If you have time of course. I mean, she might be small, but she-" I cut him off. "If you finish that sentence I will beat you, and you and I both know who would win if we got into a fight. And plus, why are you handing me off to him-" I point at Ace. "You need to know how to throw and catch. And I'm teaching you." I say matter of factly. "Really you're teaching me. You're really just throwing a ball in my face to see if you can break my nose or hand first." He says bluntly.

"Well my way of teaching you is showing you, you either catch on or-" all of a sudden a bunch of black SUV's pull into the driveway and road, surrounding the house. Many men with guns get out and make their way to me and Mark.

Ace stands stiff, as if realizing these people are unwelcome guests and how Mark and I have gone quiet with seeing the men.