Ship Me Off [Completed]

CHAPTER EIGHT: Run With The Devil

CHAPTER EIGHT:  Run With The Devil

Adorabelle Morra’s P.O.V.

Thump. Thump, thump.

I felt the afternoon breeze gushed past by me as I ran in average speed at the City Oval.

Breath, I told myself. Don’t think, just run and breathe, Addy.

Forget about the earsplitting arguments of my ever dearly loved parents. Forget about the money problems. Forget about the depressing academic life. Forget about the bullies who you used to call friends at school. Forget about life in general. Just breathe and run, breathe and run.

Forget about Goldy as well, I thought. It has only been two days but he managed to tick me off. I don’t know but something about him causes my morbid side to blossom in ways I never imagined. I could already imagine throwing him a three inch thick dictionary at his face. Hard bound. My heart would suddenly go all berserk at the sight of him. Maybe it’s just the killing impulse, I thought.

“Hey.” A familiar voice called out beside me, running the same speed as I was.

I stopped.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded as he halted in front of me.

“I came here to run, obviously.” Goldy answered.

“Of all places?” If he comes here regularly now, I might strip off the title of the City Oval as My Paradise.

“Is there anywhere else?”

“The Stairway to hell.” I remarked.

“Funny.” He smirked. “But I’ve already been there.”

“Huh, that explains it then.”

“Explains what?” asked Goldy.

“That you’re such an ass.”

“You can’t be seriously still be angry at me, are you?”

I paused. Was I really that angry at him? Oh sure he blackmailed me to make his essays and spilled water on my shoulder. So what? Some people treat me a lot worse.

Maybe you’re just channeling your anger at him.

“I—I’m not.”

“So what are you doing here?”

“I came here to run, obviously.” I replied, remembering his answer earlier.

“Problems at homeroom?” He teased but his shadowy grey eyes showed something else. Was he concerned?

“None of your business.” I muttered.  “Just go away, I need to run.”

“From your problems?”

“No, I’m planning to join the Olympics. Now move.” I said sarcastically. It’s kind of creepy how much he could see through me. Was I that obvious?

“Huh, I thought so.” He smirked and moved out of the way. I resumed running but I noticed he was still running beside me.

“Well you’re annoying.” I told him.

“Can’t you run any faster? You’re not going to win the Olympics at this pace.” He smirked while the gushing wind ran through his dark disheveled hair.

“Are you challenging me?” I asked him.

“Perhaps.” He winked and ran past me.

Ugh, what a competitive asshole.