Beckinsile's Point of View
I hear Oliver speed off a minute later. I can feel a smirk forming on my face as I set my house keys on the front table. I hear the sounds of a TV show coming from the living room so, I go and investigate. I walk down the hallway and find Nate nestled snugly on the couch. His boots are lying on the floor by a bowl of popcorn. He has a blanket pulled up to his chin and his eyes are glued to the TV screen.
"When did you get here?" I say with a little chuckle.
"Gabe dropped me off half an hour ago and then went out with that stupid girl again." Nate mumbles.
"Is somebody upset that Terra is taking away his Gabe time?" I mess with Nate's hair which gains me a death glare from him.
"No, I'm happy for him. Terra's just annoying." Nate changes the channel a few times and avoids my gaze.
"So, you are jealous!" I shove Nate into a sitting position and sit down on the couch with him.
"Maybe a little, but if you tell him I will kill you, Becks!" Nate gives me a harsh look and then goes back to his TV show.
"Don't worry; I've never seen Gabe stay tied down to one girl for a long time so, he should be all yours again within a few weeks." I steal some of the blanket and then turn to face the TV screen.
Nate's watching a really graphic horror movie at the moment. I try to watch it but it's too scary, even for me. I decide to go upstairs, leaving Nate to be scared alone. I grab a snack and my bag before heading up to my room. I trek up the stairs and flop onto my bed. I still feel invigorated from my first motorcycle ride and that's making it very hard to sit still.
"What to do, what to do?" I mumble to myself as I tap my chin.
Nothing good comes to me for the longest time. I look out my window to find the sun still shining and decide to go for a walk to burn off some of my pent up energy. I change into a pair of exercise shorts and an old t-shirt that I had stuffed at the bottom of my drawers. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and grab my phone. On my way out of my room, I grab my beat up tennis shoes and a hoodie in case it gets cold. I walk down stairs and back into the living room.
"Nate, I'm going for a walk. I'll lock the door behind me." I say loudly so he can hear me over the TV.
"Yeah, yeah whatever, Becks." Nate says nonchalantly.
I roll my eyes and tug on my tennis shoes. As promised, I lock the door and then start off down the street. It's warm and humid, which makes breathing close to impossible. I slip my phone into a pocket on my shorts as I begin jogging. The jogging does little to expend energy so I begin running. I run down to the park a few blocks from my house. It has a track which always helps me get rid of energy when I'm feeling hyper-active.
I stop to catch my breath and notice that there's a boy who's a little bit taller than me running on the track as well. "God forbid that Oliver would be running on this track at the same time I am." I groan a little and then wait for the boy to pass me. Sure enough it's Oliver.
"Are you stalking me, Beckinsile?" Oliver smirks as he runs back to where I'm standing on the track.
"I guess I am. You should take out a restraining order against me; I'm sure your dad could help you out with that." I chuckle and get into sprinting position.
Oliver gets into position right next to me and turns to face me. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath.
"On your mark, get set, go," Oliver starts sprinting and I rush to catch up with him.
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