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In the Long Run
s e v e n t e e n .
"What's his name?" He asked as we walked further down the street.
I had asked Ian if we could walk and talk. Stratford had ended a little while ago and some people walked home this way and the last thing I wanted to do was see anyone. And even though I hate to think about it, they might make rumours about me and Ian if they spotted us together.
"Nathaniel Bausta." I told him.
Instead of his usual fast reply, he stayed silent. His eyes turned distant as he looked onto the street as cars whizzed by.
"Do you know him?" I asked with a dry laugh.
Ian went to a nearby school that was a five minute drive from Stratford. If we didn't hate Point Grey our rivalry would of been directed at Ian's school.
"Um." He paused after he gave me the same laugh I had just done, "I've heard a bit."
"You know what, enough about me. What's your life like? Got a girlfriend?" I asked with a wink.
He let out an infectious laugh and broke out into a genuine smile, "Just had our one year anniversary." He stressed.
"Awh, what's her name?" I asked him.
"Vivian." He let out with a sigh.
"Whipped!" I laughed. I gave him a slap on the back and a little whip sound effect.
"Motherfucker, I'm not whipped!" He complained, "I'm in love." He said with a grin and a wink.
"Awh, you're so adorable!" I squealed out. I jumped in front of him and pinched his cheeks like a baby.
"Alice?" I glanced behind me, where the voice was coming from and there stood Nathan, watching me as I glanced over my shoulder and my hands clasped onto Ian's chubby cheeks.
I had asked Ian if we could walk and talk. Stratford had ended a little while ago and some people walked home this way and the last thing I wanted to do was see anyone. And even though I hate to think about it, they might make rumours about me and Ian if they spotted us together.
"Nathaniel Bausta." I told him.
Instead of his usual fast reply, he stayed silent. His eyes turned distant as he looked onto the street as cars whizzed by.
"Do you know him?" I asked with a dry laugh.
Ian went to a nearby school that was a five minute drive from Stratford. If we didn't hate Point Grey our rivalry would of been directed at Ian's school.
"Um." He paused after he gave me the same laugh I had just done, "I've heard a bit."
"You know what, enough about me. What's your life like? Got a girlfriend?" I asked with a wink.
He let out an infectious laugh and broke out into a genuine smile, "Just had our one year anniversary." He stressed.
"Awh, what's her name?" I asked him.
"Vivian." He let out with a sigh.
"Whipped!" I laughed. I gave him a slap on the back and a little whip sound effect.
"Motherfucker, I'm not whipped!" He complained, "I'm in love." He said with a grin and a wink.
"Awh, you're so adorable!" I squealed out. I jumped in front of him and pinched his cheeks like a baby.
"Alice?" I glanced behind me, where the voice was coming from and there stood Nathan, watching me as I glanced over my shoulder and my hands clasped onto Ian's chubby cheeks.
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