"Damn Leeny, are you all right? You look like shit." Crystal addressed, her hand resting on my forhead.

I rolled my eyes.

"Wow. Thanks for the compliment."

"What'd you do last night? I called you all day!"

My mind flashed back to last night, after I showered and got dressed in my sexy pajamas:

'Finally, bed. Sleep. Bed.' I thought to myself walking to my bed, only to be frightened by Bryson resting on my bed!

"Wow you look sexy." He complimented me, eyeing my pajamas.

I then pulled a huge t-shirt over my red silk ones, feeling so freakin embarrassed

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I complained.

I seriously thought he left right after he dropped me off my doorstep, how and why the fuck would he be here?!

"I'm not tired, let's pull up an all-nighter. You don't have practice anyways." He smiled cheekily.

"But I have freaking athletics!"

"So?"

"Dude, get out! "

It was probably two in the morning, and I was not dealing with this, this, teenage-dirtbag!

"Wow ThunderThighs, did you just call me a teenage-dirtbag? "

"How did you even get in?!" I looked around, following his finger pointing to my window that was wide open.

Ugh, I probably left it open by mistake when I was feeling hot.

My legs suddenly moved towards him, my hands pushing him off my bed. His body landing with a loud thud on my hardwood floor. I heard him groan in pain, but I didn't care. I needed my beauty sleep.

I tucked myself in bed, hoping he'd leave on his own.

"So that's how it's gonna be." He voiced, his sound of movements indicating he was getting off the floor.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched.

"Bryson. Stop looking at me and let me sleep." I mumbled, eyes still closed.

"How do you know I'm looking at you? I could be searching through your stuff. " He replied.

"Because I have super powers, and I can tell when someone is watching me."

"Bullshit."

When I finally thought he left, and let me have my sleep, a loud crashing sound came from my bathroom alerting me instantly.

My eyes shot wide open, as I hurried to the bathroom.

There, lying hopelessly broken on the floor was my drawer of skin care products.

"What are you doing? Stop touching my stuff!"

"Um, I apologize ThunderThighs. " He muttered, eyes staring down in the floor.

"Get out! You're annoying me right now!"

"I tried pulling up an all nighter, is what happened." I lied to Crystal after the flashback.

There was no way i'd tell her the truth, my ear drums would explode if I heard her annoying squeals about Bryson being in my bedroom.

"But you never pull up all nighters?" She questioned me.

I shrugged, before she could say anything, the teacher got into her lesson.

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"Didn't I tell you to get your fucking shit off my chair." Bryson came in mad as hell.

'Why is he in a bad mood? He's the one who kept ME up last night..stupid prick.'

I rolled my eyes, and took my feet off his chair, eyeing Clarrise,who looked at me back giving me a 'well look who's pissed' look.

I smiled.

"I know y'all are talking about me, I'm right here." He says taking out his journal.

"We didn't even say a word!" I tell him.

"I saw the way y'all looked at each other!"

"That doesn't mean anything, gosh you are so conceited that you think two people looking at each other means it's about you!"

"Miss.Pares, is everything all right?" The teacher asked us.

Without a second thought Bryson answered, "Yes, these girls are talking shit about me. In front of my face!"

My mouth hung wide open.

'The teacher gasped, "Girls! I expect more from you than to be talking about Mr.Anders! Apologize to him!"

Wow even if he skipped almost all the time, the teacher still took his side.

We both stubbornly apologized to him, then rolled our eyes and started passing notes for the rest of class. Bryson eyed our note passing throughout.

I wrote down on the note, ' I Fucking hate this class because of him now'

As I slid it to her desk, Bryson snatched it out of her hand, his devious eyes scaning over it.

I chewed my lip, and looked at Clarrise nervously.

"That's bullshit ThunderThighs, you fucking love me." He spat, tearing the note up.

"Hey, thats was our note!"

He rolled his eyes and threw it in the trashcan.

I breathed out heavily, gathering my stuff before the bell rang.

Two minutes after it ringed, and I zoomed outta there.

"ThunderThighs!" I heard his venomous voice call.

I walked even faster.

"Don't you dare run away from me young lady!"

'Young lady?'

'Seriosuly?'

I shoved people out of my way, walking as fast as I could, only to bump into someone.

"Can you stop bumping into me?" I accused him, shoving him off me.

"I'm not, you're just short and don't know where you're going. " He pointed out.

I rolled my eyes.

"Let's run after school." He blurts out.

My mind took more than a minute to proccess that.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

Did I hear that right?

We already spent time together yesterday, what motives did he have?

"Let's run ThunderThighs. I'm in the mood to beat your ass." He smirked.

I scoffed. "That's funny, because that'll never happen."

"Bet." He challenges.

Normally, I would never do bets with boys. Especially very bad boys. Bad boys who can lead you to bad trouble that is, but I was competitive, and I did needed the run.

Who knows, maybe I can outrun him, and leave his ass there.

"Okay, fine." I challenged him.

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"Cardio Baby! Let's do this! " I yelled, my hands up in the air.

I was feeling pumped to beat him.

Bryson shrugged lazily, as if he wasn't ready to do this.

We were on a trail road that was familiar to me. The trail went up to 8 miles, to practice i'd mark every start of a mile with flags, i'm sure it was still there. Today we were running three, for his sake.

The air was crispy warm, a little bit of wind blew through my ponytail. The sky was a clear blue, and the trail was sitting there, begging us to run on it.

"You know I'm gonna beat your ass right?" He threatened me, his hands on his waist.

My eyes trailed down to his toned abs.

I didn't think he'd run shirtless.

"I'll try to run slow on you." I comented to him on our way to the trail.

"What, you don't think I can keep up with you?" He snapped back.

"Nope. I'm way more athletic than you, and I bet your ass is gonna beg for us to stop." I smirked.

"I'm in baseball. I've done football, basketball, soccer, track, and even alittle cross country ThunderThighs, I got this."

'Damn he's done all that? Maybe I am screwed. ' I thought.

"I'm still gonna beat you." I muttered.

"Loving the sight?" Bryson winked.

"You have Spongebob and Patrick shorts on." I laughed, pointing at them.

"Uh for your information Spongebob and Patrick are awsome and second, these are my cum shorts. Everytime I'm about to realese on a girl, I slip 'em on, and boom. No pregnant girl."

I scrunched up my nose in disgust and comented, "That's fucking disgusting! "

"I'm kidding, it's all I have. Now are you finished stretching or not?"

Rolling my eyes, I started jogging, him catching up.

"So why aren't you shirtless, and not wearing your itty bitty shorts?" He voiced, not out of breath at all. Not that I was, but I still expected him to.

"Bryce," I breathed, "You're not supposed to talk."

"But that's just fucking boring." He complained.

I picked up my pace, wanting to leave his annoying self behind.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." I hear him say running after me.

I then decided to keep the pace, if I tried to get ahead of him, then i'll for sure loose my speed and get worn out.

Besides, I knew this trail, and whenever the start of 2 miles starts, i'll speed it up...full blast baby.

I glanced towards him, and what a hideous view I got.

His form was not correct, he was leaning forward, his arms pumping forward and backward really fast, his legs were taking big strides as if he was going for distance steps instead of actual speed.

I guess every runner has it's ugly's.

"Checkin me out much?" He replied out of breath.

I smirked, "Getting tired I see."

This was perfect, if he was getting tired then I can easily outrun him. Even if the lightest bit of tiredness peeks out of him, I can sprint off winning.

Although we never agreed on what the winner gets or what the looser deserves...I already had a plan for him.

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