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Chapter 26 :  She is the alter ego.

~Lucas

I run, feet kissing the parking lot pavement. The drizzle falling on my body, it makes me run so far and fast I relinquish the frustration that have held me captive and grant the new blood that rushing through my veins by my pounding heart. My breathing is quick, but steady.

We run out of the gate, not even looking both ways, we take our run to the streets and soon enough a car speeding passing us, the driver honks his car furiously whilst throwing cuss words at us.

"Are you good ?", I ask, she straightens her glasses before nodding. We fall back in our previous pace with no further exchange of words. The rain makes her messy hair slick, her clothes cling to her skin. Her lenses becoming a smeary mess. We soon run in area where the trees multiply and house begin disappear.

She gasps through her panting, "I know where you're going". She sprints pass me, her hair flying, leaving me to chase her. We running to the border well it's not really a wall or gate that divides the town it's a old rusty cargo train that stand in the middle of Longsville, its  acts as a border between the rich side and the poor side of the town. It is hidden deep through here. 

"Come on you slowpoke", She challenges me. She dare challenge me.

She's getting too cocky. No matter though as I run pass her.

"You come on, slowpoke", I throw her comment back at her

She gasps again and intensifies her speed.
Our speed become evenly matched she run closely next to me, so close that I can hear her wheezing as her lung gasp for air.

I smirk, "Tired, Lee ?"

She snickers, "You wish". She lightly shoves me making me stumble, mud spatter on my shoes. I let out a groan that's ends up being a chuckle.

"You dirty player !"

Her laughter erupts, fading out the sound of rain. I catch my breath before running towards her. Eventually the brown rustic train comes to view and my pace slows down before it actually stops.  We carry our heavy legs to the cargo that is open, I jump in sitting  on the edge letting my legs dangle outside of it. Sandra pushes herself up the cargo and sits side opposite from me. I look ahead taking in the scenery, watching the thousands of liquid globes reflect on the greenery of nature, I take in the scent of the rain falling on the dry soil.

"Um...do you mind ?", She softly asks cutting my observational moment short. She reaches her wet glasses to me. I look at her, her legs are closely draw to her chest, her hair is wild and free and although I've seen her with on glasses before, her bare eyes strike my chest harder than I would have liked. All can think about is how she risked her life for me but still got the short end of the stick.

As if the feeling of guilt wasn't overwhelming enough.

"Lucas ?"

"Yeah right um sorry", I grab her glasses and pull out the bottom my shirt that is under my hoodie. I wipe off the droplets on her lenses and before giving it to her I make sure there is no smear or droplet that could her problem with her glasses.

"Thank you", She says wearing them. I just nod showing my acknowledge for her gratitude, "So...", She continues, "Come here often ?"

I chuckle. She might be the only person that makes me laugh more times than I should, "Yeah I did with Jordan though"

"Oh...how did you two meet anyways 'cause he seems...", She trails off.

"Older than me ?", She nods and I continue, "Yeah well he's 23 and a pain in my a.. buttocks"