Just The Beginning Chapter One

Just the Beginning

ONE

I walked down the hall. My eyes were stinging to overflow with tears, my cheeks were as pink as sunburn and my whole body felt like collapsing. My world was falling apart. I had left the two of them, in the middle—oh good I couldn't say it—of whatever it was they were doing. I wouldn't look back.

"Finn! Wait! I can explain!" he trotted after me, but failed to catch me when I started sprinting. I was the fastest sprinter in all of Mckliney High School, there was no way humanly possible that he would be able to catch me. I ran past the other students and continued running even after I heard the teachers scolding me from behind. I just wanted to go. To run. To be free. I ran down the halls that filled with students, passed my locker along with the shocked faces of Puck and Sam. I wouldn't stop to tell them. I didn't want to. I continued sprinting. My legs were at their peak. I wouldn't have to stop, even if I ran for days.

Then there I saw it. I never thought the back entrance could look so wonderful. I sped up and ran through the door. No, correction I flew through the door. I knew he still couldn't have followed me, so I started to slow down, to small jog, which carried me to the little creak just west of the school. I slowed down completely to a stop. My legs even though they could've still been filled with energy gave out under me. I fell to the grass which held warmth. What was I doing here? Why had I run? Looking back I realized the thought of having him—Kurt—stopping me to tell me some more excuses repelled me so much that my own legs had moved on their own. After all the sprinting tears no longer overwhelmed my eyes. My cheeks were still red as apples, but that was from having the wind in my face, not my hurt and pain. I looked around my little creak. The water was still, I could see the lumps of rocks that cluttered the shallow end. The clusters of rock reminded me of the times I used to go fishing with my mothers boyfriend when I was a little boy. Sitting there now, at the edge, I used the time to collect my thoughts. Why hadn't I noticed…..?

As I started thinking I felt a hand grip my shoulder.

There as I looked behind me stood in all his glory, stood a heavy panting Kurt Hummel.

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