Run

Chapter 9

"Daydreaming about your little crush again?" Michael asked from his perch on the computer chair in Kevin's bedroom.

"I don't have a little crush," Kevin replied, frowning from his seat on his bed.

"You're right, it's a huge one. Not to worry, though, I've done some detective work and narrowed down four social accounts named Willow that are athletes."

"That's not detective work, that's called stalking!"

Michael smirked. "Potato, potahto. Are you coming or what?"

"No, I refuse to participate," Kevin said even as he made his way behind Michael and peered over his shoulder at the screen.

Michael had the potential to be a younger Joe Goldberg with how quickly he had found the potential accounts with such little information. Sure enough, he had four tabs opened on the computer each hosting an Instagram account with the first name Willow.

"Nope," Kevin said to the first candidate which showed a muscular girl that was much taller than him. Definitely not her.

"Nope," Kevin repeated as the second tab revealed a girl that weighed much more than him.

"Bingo!" Kevin yelled as the third person popped up. There was only one picture posted and it certainly wasn't recent but the skinny build paired with those intense light brown eyes were unmistakable.

"This is our girl, Watson?" Michael asked in an exaggerated British accent. 

"What?" Michael asked as Kevin rolled his eyes. "Just getting in character. You weren't kidding about her being skinny though, maybe the secret to super speed is having the weight of a feather!"

"How do you explain Usain Bolt then?"

"He's Jamaican, that's all the explanation you need."

Kevin couldn't find a hole in that logic.

Just then, Scarlett walked into the room. "What are you dorks up to?"

"Nothing of interest," Michael said, turning to face her. His eyes widened as he laid eyes on her. "Wow, Scar. You almost look like a proper woman now, we just have to fix the face but I think that's a bit more permanent."

Kevin looked at her just as she stuck out her tongue at Michael. She wore a flowy blood-red dress that hugged her figure with expensive-looking red high heels which further complemented the rose look she had going. 

Eastwood High was hosting a friendly open modeling contest and as an attractive member of the popular crew in her year Scarlett was expected to participate. Michael pulled the pity card, nagging Kevin about how lonely he would be in the crowd if Kevin didn't come until finally, Kevin relented. 

Thus, he would be spending his Sunday evening at a social event. Kevin could almost hear his father laughing at the very thought.

"What do you think, Kevin?" Michael asked in a slightly teasing manner, prompting Scarlett to give him a sharp glare before meeting Kevin's eyes.

"I think...if anyone sees her leaving my car they'll think I kidnapped her."

Michael guffawed while Scarlett rolled her eyes. 

The three left shortly after, with Michael sitting in the back and Scarlett next to Kevin in the front since he couldn't guarantee the safety of her dress in the backseat.

A few minutes into the drive Scarlett broke the silence.

"So...Kevin you know that girl that won the meet Friday?"

"Huh?" Kevin asked, caught off-guard by the sudden question.

"The short one. I saw you talking to her after the race."