Here's another chapter :). Enjoy! Sorry, I didn't upload two chapters last night. I had writer's block :p Will upload another chapter today if I don't have writer's block later on.
Chapter 3:
John's POV:
It's been a week since the incident at the barbeque. I haven't spoken to anyone expect my family. My friends are a bit afraid of me now, so I choose to not talk to them. I get up at 6 am, putting on my college sweatshirt and gym shorts. I put on socks, and then I go downstairs, grabbing my running shoes. I put them on and I quickly go upstairs to grab my handy dandy iPod. I couldn't live without it when I went running. I put my headphones in and I put my hood up, quietly going out and I start jogging.
I continue replaying the incident from last week in my head and Bailey's facial expression. She probably didn't want to see me again. I shake my head a little as I'm running to brush the memory away. I hate remembering it. I don't hear cars behind me because the music is loud so I don't have to hear anyone. After about an hour of running, I take a break. I sit on the curb and take out my headphones, putting my iPod in my pocket. I look up, seeing two cars then I see a guy stick his head out the window
"Hey! Are you the bastard that beat up Luke?" He yelled. I was confused for a split second, and then I remembered the barbeque. I get up quickly and I start running once the cars stop.
Shit man. I think to myself. I didn't want to get beat up. I didn't want to get beat with bats and fists. I mean I would be able to take them on, but not today. Today, I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to hurt anymore people because if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. Someone would have to forcibly stop me before I can kill them with just my fists. I continue to hear them run behind. I hear some of them yell to come back and you are pussy to fight. I just continue running. I can run for a while.
Flashback:
I'm all alone in a desert outside of an Iraq territory. I'm walking around, waiting for my men to get to where I am. I hate it when they do this. They should just bring all of us together at once. Not make one of us go first so we can tell the coast is clear to move in. I continue walking around and I see a human figure walking towards me. I stop. I squint my eyes to see if I can get a better look at who is coming. Instead a drop of sweat enters my eye.
"Damnit." I say to myself as my eye is burning and I rub my eye, wiping sweat on my forehead underneath my hat so another drop of sweat won't enter. I look now and I see about ten guys walking towards me. I continue to stare confused, then they start running. They start running towards me. It's not my men. Its men from the enemy's side. They are getting closer and I turn the other way and start running as fast as I can. I'm running slower because of this damn equipment on me. I try to run faster and I succeed. I hide them where I would usually and I start running again. I hear them getting closer once again. They try shooting, but miss. I look over my shoulder; they are pointing and saying something in their language.
Fucking shit, speak in fucking English so I can understand. I say in my head. I know they didn't know how to speak English either way, so there was no point in getting frustrated. I'm running and one of them come out of nowhere and stops in front of me and I immediately stop. I look behind me; the guys behind me are running towards me now.
Shit, Shit, Shit. I mumble to myself. I look around. I had somewhat of a plan, but it would risk breaking a bone or something. I look to my side and I run towards one of the clay buildings since it was a poor village and I start climbing using the cut windows before the clay dried. I'm climbing and I put pressure on it with my foot, ready to move and it breaks, causing me to almost fall. I look down and I see them climbing using the windows also.
What the fuck? Isn't there something you bastards can't do? I think to myself and I ignore them climbing once again. I get to the roof and I see a bunch of houses in a row. I start running jumping over the spaces between the houses and they are getting closer to me. They would kill me if they got to me. I continue running and all of a sudden, I'm on the ground in pain.
The roof had broken underneath my feet and I fell. I think I might of sprained my ankle, but that doesn't stop me. I get up, limping and I run towards the door, going downstairs as quickly as I can and the guys start jumping down from the hole in the roof. I get back into the town and people look at me like I was crazy. I keep yelling move and pushing people out of the way. I'm now limping and running at the same time. I should have kept my pistol with me instead of hiding with rest of my stuff. Jeez, I'm stupid as fuck.
When can these guys stop running? It's probably been like 5 hours already of running away from them. I continue trying to run, but I can't with the sprained ankle. I get to what it seems like the end of the village and I trip.
Fuck. I think to myself and I grip my ankle. I see the guys stopping and they start walking towards me out of breath and smirking.
Great, this how my last day is going to be. I say to myself. I hear something behind me and I look seeing Randy and my men ready and pointing their guns at the men. They stood their shocked.
"Sup guys." He says with a smirk, and they all start shooting, killing them all. Everything is now calmed and I'm still gripping my ankle and Orton kneels down and looks at me then my ankle.
"Sprained it?" He asks.
"Fucking roof broke underneath me as I was running away from those bastards." I reply still in pain.
"Guys! Take Cena to the back of the truck." He says as three guys come to lift me.
"No, wait. I need my stuff." I say to Orton as they carry me away.
"Don't worry, it's in the truck." Orton replied back, and then walked towards the guys. This is why Orton is my best friend.
End of Flashback
I'm still running and I get into the small city.
Great. I think to myself. I continue running and they stopped, giving up.
Fat asses. I mumble to myself, stopping. My shirt was now dripping wet from sweat. I sigh deeply, trying to catch my breath. I'm walking down the street and I'm crossing a street and a car almost hits me. And I place my hands on it on instinct.
"Hey, watch where y-"The woman says, putting her head out the window. It's Bailey.
"Sorry." I reply then I move back. Cars are now beeping, but Bailey doesn't care.
"Want a ride?" She asks me. I'm hesitant at first, because I thought she wasn't going to talk to me since I beat up her ex-boyfriend and put him in the hospital.
"Uh, sure." I say and I get in the car. Luckily, before the light turns green again. She's driving now back to her house.
"So you run?" She asks me as she glances over at me, and then her light brown eyes turn back to the road.
"Yeah, but your ex-boyfriend's friends came running after me." I said. She probably didn't want me to mention anything about Luke, because she swallowed uncomfortably.
"Oh. Uh-" She said, but I cut her off.
"You don't have to say anything." I said, reassuringly. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
She sighed and then pulled up into her driveway of her house. She turned to me.
"Want to go to that new seafood restaurant tonight?" She asks me. I was surprised. I didn't think she would want to go there. I mean, I've heard of that place, but I didn't think she would want to go with me.
"Uh, yeah, sure. I've been wanting to go there since it opened." I reply. She gave me a soft smile and I smiled back, letting my dimples show.
"See you at 8 then." She smiled once again and got out. I got out and my big smile turning into a small smile, but I was still so delighted.
"See you." I reply and walk back inside my house. I smile, walking upstairs to my room, going to take a shower. I'll make a good impression this time. I go to my room and get a towel, going to my bathroom and closing the bathroom door behind me, turning on the water. I'll make this first date memorable for her.