Runaway

Chapter 3

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys! First off, I bloody love you so much! Thank you for sticking with me through the crappy chapters and I promise this is where the story starts to pick up! I know its not quite Thursday yet (2 more hours in Australian time) but I was too excited for you to read this chapter and so I decided to upload a little early! This has got to be one of my favourite chapters so far, Jacob is so sassy and cute...Is it okay to be in love with your own character?! Also you guys already know how I feel about Courtney, but gosh I hate her! Haha enough rambling from me, I'll let you read now and hopefully you enjoy this chapter as much as I loved writing it! Let me know what you think! x

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He saw her there; sitting on the bench all by herself. But was it possible to be alone when no one else was around to begin with besides the two of them? It was dark and pouring; the rain thick on his face when it hit as he walked towards her. He would reach her; he knew it. He had to. Just a few steps more, he would tell himself. Yet every time he took those few steps the distance between them only grew. It was so difficult to see where he was headed but not able to get there. The pain in his chest ached with every step as if a hand was squeezing his heart. It drove him mad but he shook his head. He didn't know why but he just needed to reach her and still he was only being pulled further away. A cry of pain left his lips the same time a tear slid down his cheek. The pain was getting stronger and he was growing desperate now. Something was terribly wrong; he could feel it. He cried out to her when he found his voice, but yet again; nothing.

"JEZEBEL"

He screamed as the rain got thicker, pouring down faster.

"JEZEBEL PLEASE."

The tears were streaming down his face now mixing with the rain. The pain weighed him down as he fell to his knees. The rain was too strong and that was when it hit him as he looked down. It wasn't rain. The rain wasn't getting stronger; his tears were. It was his tears. His pain washing over him. Then he understood; his head snapping up to find her eyes finally meeting his. She gave him a weak, bitter smile through her silent tears as she started to fade. He was too late. He didn't make it.

It was past midnight when he shot up off the bed. His breathing ragged and heart pounding. The tears were real as the continued to slide down his face freely. It was just a dream Jacob told himself. Just a bad dream. But that wasn't enough comfort to slow his heart. Reaching across to his bedside table, he opened the top draw, pulling out his puffer to take a pump. He lay back down when his breathing finally calmed. Jacob lost count of the amount of times that dream had reoccurred as he slowly drifted back into troubled sleep.

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Lesson two had just ended and Samantha was getting the books for her next class out of her locker, lost in thought, until she noticed someone leaning against the locker next to hers out of the corner of her eye. She looked up.

"Jacob" she said not able to contain the smile directed at the handsome boy she saw.

"Samantha" he nodded back, clearly proud of himself.

"And what brings you here today?" Samantha asked as she closed her locker, turning to look at the boy.

"Well darling, I don't know about you but I came here because it's actually a school day- believe it or not and my persistent mother is convinced I'll get nowhere in life without school, surprisingly."

She rolled her eyes in amusement and gave a little laugh. "You know what I mean."

Jacob smiled at her while she played with a bracelet on her wrist. "I actually came to ask for your number."