Heyyyyyy ITS TEN PM DO YOU KNOW WHERE CHATER TEN IS?(TV NEWs joke)

ITS RIGHT HERE!

I'll post chapter eleven tomorrow night…wow, four chapters in two days…ACCOMPLISHMENTS! JACK POV.

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My breath became heavy and quick, like my legs.

My legs were carrying me away from my fears, they felt like noodles.

I was getting very tired very quick, but it didn't stop me.

My legs took quick, hard steps as I ran, my thoughts blurred and all I did was run.

My bag was whacking my lower back as I jolted away.

Unsure if my heart pounded at my chest because of my intense running or the words Tate had whispered, so I decided to forget about it.

Stupid Tate.

At the rate I was going, I would make it to school in less than five minutes.

My breath was beginning to get irregular and wheezy.

I just wanted to get to school and hide in a sea of people, where no one, not even Tate could find me and pick me out.

I reared a corner and half way down the block I tripped over my foot, gasping in surprise as my slide down onto my hands and knees.

I hissed in pain as I made rough contact with the sidewalk.

Stupid me.

I slowly pushed myself up to sit on my bottom, examining the little friction cuts on my palms.

My hair was crazy and all over the place; falling into my face.

I glared at the cuts through a few curls, probing my finger at them.

I tried to blow the curls out of the way as I continued to pick the pebbles off my hands and out of the grazes.

I winced as I did so.

They burned a bit, kinda like paper cuts.

Small but the pain is horrific.

However, I was bleeding a good amount from a wide scrap on my right knee. My left knee had an injury too, but not as bad as my right.

I cursed lightly under my breath as blood slowly began to leak down my leg.

I attempted to wipe the red away with my hand, but murmured out a soft "Ow," As I had wiped it away with my scratched-up palms.

I rolled my eyes at myself, how ridiculous it was to do so.

Why am I so clumsy?

I'm always falling or lumbering around.

I groaned in discomfort as I struggled to stand on my own two feet.

Sucking in a quick breath, I felt a sharp pain pull up my leg as I put pressure onto my knee.

I was standing though, so I began to gradually walk again, on my way to school.

When I walked, my knees kinda stung.

And my hands sorta burned.

I pulled my hands up to observe them, narrowing my eyes at the pink scrape marks across the bottom of my palms.

How lucky I am.

I looked behind me, wearily looking to see if Tate had chased after me.

He hadn't.

You would think a girl who just ran away from a boy would be pleased at this news.

However, I actually impressively disappointed.

My heart seemed heavy but hollow, and I grudgingly dragged onto school, hesitant with the thought of seeing Tate.

Seriously, I literally dragged my way to the building.

I wasn't sure what I was so nervous about.

Maybe it was that I was so used to being in the background that I felt uncomfortable in the spot light of Tate's spectrum.

For now, I need to just breathe and calm down.

That and get to school hella fast cause my knee is aching so bad.

I cursed myself for dropping my tea, since I was now thirsty from running.

I frowned, it had been my favorite: Irish Breakfast tea with milk and sugar.

It was heaven.

But now it was soaked into Tate's converse sneakers so that's that, I suppose.

And then I went and literally fell for him. Or I fell from him.

Whichever one comes first, I suppose.

I feel stupid now; I should've stayed and faced the music.

I think I ran because he turned my kiss down...

Or maybe because I felt like he was teasing me, getting all close to me like that after he rejected me only moments from then.

I fumed to myself, irritated.

It didn't matter now, in the end of it, I took off.

And now I just want to lie down, cry my eyes out and drift off to sleep.

I gazed out at the sunrise, a sky of grey blue and clouds of pink morphing with a fiery orange light. It was glorious.

It was way too early in the morning for glory.

Speaking of glory, the school was now right in front of me.

Odd to think of school being magnificent, yes, but right now I just wanted to go to the nurses' office and then go sit in the library to read until the school day officially begins.

And that is what I did.

After going to see Nurse Randall and getting me all cleaned and wrapped up, I traded the hospital-like air for the smell of books.

I bid good morning to Mr. Carmichael, the librarian.

Mr. Carmichael is my favorite staff member here at Westfield High. He's like a second father to me.

He kindly greeted me in return, and after asking me of my injury, proceeded to continue the conversation on why he hasn't seen me at the library for a while. I replied with a vague explanation.

"I've gotten quite busy, actually," I smiled small at him. He gave me a worried look, but a smile on his face.

"Well it's nice to have you back in here. I missed your aloud commentary on the books you read," He joked.

I genuinely laughed, nodding at him.

"It's good to be back in my natural habitat, sir," I beamed.

He smiled wide, and turned back to his paperwork.

I set my bag down at the table, and sighed out a breath I hadn't noticed I was holding in.

Maybe I just need to clear my mind of all things Tate Langdon for just a little while.

Besides, I know that I'm certainly drawn to the kid; it won't be long before I go looking for his gorgeous face again.

Til tomorrow my loves,

-Slasher.