Still Just A Bad Boy? || Book 3
My jog slowed, and I pulled up my hood in hopes that he wouldn't notice that it was me. Everything was intensified: the burning in my calfs, the breaths I took, the pain in my chest, but the most unbearable was his gaze. It never left me, and I couldn't help but look back at him.
Time was the slowest it had ever been. Seconds felt like a millennium, and the minute it took me to round the corner and go past him, well, that felt like I had witnessed the big bang and every thing up until this very moment. Maybe he wouldn't notice me now that I've filled out and have a different hair color, but he wouldn't have jumped up like that if Brett didn't already suspect it was me. I made it off of the track, and began to go back to my house, when I heard the scariest thing ever: footsteps.
Heavy footsteps thudded behind me. They could only be one person, and I didn't exactly want to talk to Brett right now. I picked up my pace while cursing my boobs for getting big. I also cursed at myself for not wearing a sports bra.
"Jess... Jess wait up!" He yelled, in a high pitched voice, I managed to say, "I'm not Jess you creep!" This threw him off guard for a total of three seconds, but that was just enough time to put more distance between us. By now I was sprinting, hoping that I had more endurance than I'm used to.
"Stop! Jess, I.. Jess I need to talk to you," his words sounded innocent, but the way he said them made him sound like he was psychotic. "go away Brett!" i yelled.
ChickLit #79 / Romance#344
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