Let's Go To The Mountains

Chapter 6

Sarah

Running with Jordan Parker. I am doing that. Right now. Yes. It's not like we haven't run together before, but, like, never on our own. We run together for warm up with the group. That's it. Or maybe if we have a long run and I try to keep pace with the girls, who try to keep pace with the guys. Then that's it. But never on our own.

I am a girl. I am immortal. I have lived many lives and met many guys. This guy is definitely one of the cuter ones. Top fifty at least. I mean, it's hard not to find him attractive. He's got gorgeous light brown skin and honey eyes. I think the correct color is amber, but that doesn't quite cover it. They are literal honey. And his hair. Mmm. It looks so soft. It's shaved on the sides and stands up about an inch off his head. Pretty.

Nope. I shouldn't be thinking about this. He's Jordan. He's the most attractive guy in school. He plays football in the fall and runs track in the spring, so he's extremely athletic. Back to back sports; he get's like a two day break between the end of football and track tryouts. He's always doing something. And he's smart. And. cute. I can't be thinking about this. I've had my fair share of crushes over the years, but Thomas is still out there. Liking another guy feels like cheating on him.

Does it even qualify as cheating, though. We haven't seen each other in centuries. We're technically married, but still. Centuries. There's got to be a time limit on stuff like this. And I know Thomas. There is no way he's been celibate. I haven't. No boyfriends, just fun. But still. There is some guilt.

"Are you good?" Jordan asked, looking down at me. I was considerably shorter than he was, like  a foot, so it wasn't condescending, though, it was shocking. I was five four. He was at least six two. Nope. Stop thinking about it.

"Yeah, why?" I replied, crumbling the water bottle he gave me and putting it in my bag,

"Should we get going?"

"Oh, right." We hadn't actually started running yet. "Sure."

We walked across the track, through the gate, and onto the main road before starting to jog. Legs. Hurt. Ouch. Jeez. Running is not a good idea. I hate it. Why am I doing this? I've done this to myself.

"So..." he started.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know. I just usually talk during these things." Talk. It's a ten minute pace, which makes sense why he can carry a conversation. I just- talking? I don't really talk. I just focus on the ground, which is a big no-no. Don't do that.

"Well, typically you have someone to talk to."

"You qualify as someone."

"But we aren't friends." That came out harsher than I meant.

"Oh."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it?"

"We don't know each other."

"We've been going to the same school since the ninth grade. I think we know each other."

"You know that's not what I mean, either." I took a random turn and he had to back track and jog a little fast to catch up to me. I don't know why I did that. I hate this route.

"I get what you mean. We have some of the same classes, but we don't talk."

"Exactly."

"Actually we have most of the same classes."

"What?"

"The most used conversation starter. School. Keep up," he joked.

"Ah, right. School." I was making a fool out of myself. I swear I have an actual personality.