The Runner and the ChaserMature

I fought with myself all day. I had to do it. It was the only way I could make things right.


I had to talk to Carter.


I knew where to find him. I knew he was going to be in the lobby of our school. I knew what I had to say. I knew what had to be done. I knew how he was going to react.


So why is this so freaking hard?


I finally pluck up the courage to talk to him. There he is. Sandy haired, blue eyed boy. Standing at the door.


I go to the other side of the glass and knock. He looks at me. Great. He seems pissed off. I say that we need to talk. He waves his hand in a gesture that I took to mean "follow me". I did.


Boy does that boy move fast! He basically sprints down the hallways, I can't keep up. I didn't know where to find him. Fuck. I lost him. I look behind the stairwell. Nothing. I go up and down the hallway. Nothing. I finally head out to the baseball field where I was supposed to meet Juliet. There he was. Hiding from me. He saw me coming and bolts. I didn't see this one coming.

The End

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