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Chapter Four

My feet pound the tread at it My heart is racing andfor the handlebars They don’t, because I never touch the handles

I don’t kno long I’ve been running at this pace I just a and exhaustion see

I hate the way I a in Shell’s eyes when I bail on her New Leaf trips and adventures I hate the way Stuart notices my psychotic-ness and yet justifies my actions and et aith it

So I do

I get aith not i

The worst is that I see it I ride on their understanding and the pathetic way they seewell For people likewell I hate doing well I just want to be norrily and drive ing run The tread for air I bend forward i?" I ask in between panting and coughing

Sebastian is in ry

"I was fine" I’ hireener than norainst his olive skin they stand out, as does the worry and concern plastered to his face

I stand up straight and clirabs my arm I pull harshly I stop myself mid pull and shake my head, "Sor-sorry"

He puts his hand in the air fast, "No I’m sorry But you looked like you were about to pass out"

I put h My throat is ragged I force myself to look at him, "I’m sorry"

He shakes his head, "No Don’t be I shouldn’t have grabbed at you" He still gets it Even after running out o hih, "I mean about the penthouse" I clear my throat and notice it’s not happy withcrushed "Ah yes, the lovely dinner I had being made for you that you ran out on Yes, I suppose you owe y for that The chef was atIt was delicious You missed out Maybe next time?"

I pace back and forth, "I don’t have an excuse I’m just…well…I’m sorry" I could cry any second I’ to make it okay,pants pocket and holds it up I burst into laughter He sot me addicted"

He pours some on my hands and then his I rub the a few out of the dispenser and go clean rabs my water bottle I can’t drink frorab it

He seeshis hands on my water bottle He holds it out, "Drink soe ht the frown on my face

He stands in front of me and shakes his head, "Do it"

I stop and look at the bottle

He speaks loudly, "I’ve cleanedbefore I touched it Just have so rabs s ht to his chest His shirt is da the cold, daainst my face

"Drink it, Emalyn Please" His voice has become a whisper

I whisper back, "How did you knoouldn’t have any?" He takes my hand in his and pulls me outside

The fresh air is nice It’s not one hundred percent fresh with the huym

I pull at his hand, "How did you know?"

His eyes say things he doesn’t want to

I jerkdiagnosed He isn’t the first person to do it

He sighs, "I called my uncle He recommended a friend I told him that you saw that chef and that penthouse and you spazzed Any noruy to put that kind of effort in"

Normal

He sees how not normal I am

My jaw trembles I point, "I never asked you to be my friend I never asked for your help" I stos are al I ran so hard I can’t run ahen I need to