Running Rogue

Chapter:10 Wow, talk about low self-esteem.

I closed a window.

That doesn't really signify break-up. Well if anything I cut off contact. But I think that he was traveling anyway. He had errands to run, people to kill.

That sounded really bad. I had no proof that he killed people. I think he had though. Sometimes I really think he is dangerous. It doesn't bother me as much as it should though. I'm the easily-decided airhead that died in the first scene of the movie because of her stupidity. The only difference was that I wasn't blonde no offense to blondes though don't take it personally, blame Hollywood. Or me for adding fuel to the rumor.

I'm not one to start trouble, but I'm also not one to stop it. Maybe that's why I don't mind that Jason's killed people as sick as it sounds.

I roll over in my bed and smell a sock. It's an old sock, and I haven't washed it. The scent sends me immediately from my pillow and I promise myself that I will burn it the minute I get a lighter. Since I'm pretty much up already I decide to drag my sorry-a** out of bed.

I brush my teeth. I look at my cupcake flavored toothpaste and I remember the last time I used it. Date. First date.

Matisse. I'm sure she meant no harm. We were friends, correction we are friends. We were both outsiders in some type of way that's partly why we got along so well, her from the were community, me from the normal people world. The thought is cynical but true.

We both had no love lives. Me and Jason didn't really have any moments because he barely told me anything, and whenever I asked something it was always the same stupid thing. I should have just accepted that and focused more on something of relevant importance.

I combed through a knot in my hair and realized he hadn't done much to show that he was trust worthy either. Besides climbing into my bedroom at night. Because that wasn't sketchy or anything.

Even though Matisse was my friend I didn't want her to dictate my life. I didn't want anyone to dictate my life, I could barely do that on my own. Maybe I could still date him. No. That was wrong.

Er...

I could just talk to him about it. Yes that was rational. I was deceiving myself again if I talked to Jason more it was going to go nowhere.

I weighed the decision in my head while blindly searching for something to wear. I didn't have school.

Ack. My stomach.

I felt Chinese food come up. Oh that's disgusting, gross. I haven't eaten Chinese for a while, what the hell. I seem to be saying that a lot.

I waited for my stomach to stop jumping, there was no reason for me to feel sick. Absolutely no reason. Except for a virus maybe.

I push the thought out of my head and pick up a sweat suit.

It's fashion suicide, I look like some kind of I don't even know, it's velvet and pastel color covered though.

But then I left the house. Regardless of the consequences, whether they be fashion suicide or the real deal.

Because I'm the stupid blonde that gets killed in the first scene.

I set off to finding Jason. Who's address, I of course don't know. But that doesn't slow me down. However Matisse's water bottle on the side of the street does. It might not even be hers but its enough to stop me and think about what I'm doing. Or more importantly why I'm doing it.

I'm going to get in trouble I might not even find him, he might not even be in town. But it's a step to thinking with my brain more clearly and being responsible. Gosh, I have problems.

I walk around aimlessly for about two hours but not many people are around, probably because there's preparation to be done of the alpha's arrival. Alpha this, alpha that, we'll you know what forget you alpha.

My resolve faded slightly after another fifteen minutes of walking with no direction. I have no intention of wandering into the forest by myself after the creep touched my last time. There was no way that I was imagining it. No matter what Jason thought.

Every time I went to bed I looked and felt different from how I went to sleep. I asked my mother to get an alarm and she said fork up the money to pay for it. How kind.

Finally I gave up and went to the woods with pepper spray I had stolen. They were close to my house but I was no fool it was still dangerously stupid of me. I sat against a tree and looked out for him. I wasn't to good at math but I knew the odds of me spotting him like this was low.

But the odds of him, or someone else I guess smelling me was decent.

I got tired though and went home. Tomorrow was the mayor's coming home party and my presence was mandatory.