Page 3 of Run For Me
“I didn’t know you were here this period,” she says, taking a step closer. Her expensive perfume lingers around her, and even though it smells good, I ignore it because she is not good. And I don’t mean as in a bad person, but she’s not good in bed, therefore not worth my time. I’m far from wanting a serious relationship, and even though she’s fine with just being fucked, she’s definitely not what I’m looking for. Mindy is becoming too clingy for my liking.
“I was just leaving,” I say as I step around her.
She spins with me, and I keep my eyes on her, watching the pout form on her filled lips. The image of those full lips wrapped around my dick has it twitching in my pants, but I push it away immediately.
She’s not worth getting a stalker, my friend. Not worth it at all.
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing to the journal in my hand. Her tone makes the jealousy obvious, and this is the main reason I need to keep this girl far away from me.
I hold it up, grinning. “My new notebook.”
She glares. “It’s pink.”
I lean in close. “Get with the times, Mindy. Boys like pink.”
She scoffs, hooking her thumbs into her thin, bright yellow backpack straps.
“You don’t like pink.”
“Stop acting like you know me. I have to go; I have class.”
“Call me later!” she shouts after me, and I glance over my shoulder, frowning. She covers her mouth, her eyes widening in a mock oops.
I growl under my breath and step out of the auditorium.
I don’t go far, just around the corner to open the journal again. I have a short time before my next class, so I may as well read more. After all, what is more enjoyable than reading someone’s most private thoughts?
I flip through the pages and stop when one page in particular catches my eye. The writing is not as neat as all the others, it’s scratchy and quick, like it was written in a rush or the person writing it was nervous while doing so.
I turn the page over to get to the beginning, and boy, am I glad when I do.
The date is from six months ago.
I don’t know why I have these thoughts in my head. I wish they would go away.
Sam is such a nice guy. He’s been there for me through everything, so why isn’t he enough?
Why aren’t the nice words he says to me enough? Why don’t they give me butterflies and make me giddy, or high on life? Why don’t they make me want to meet him, and have him hold me the way he promises he will?
Why is it every time I think of sex, it leads to THESE thoughts?
Why can’t I just be normal?
Normal people don’t think of these things. They don’t think of—my god I can’t even write them on paper! But I have to. I have to get them out or else they’re going to drive me crazy. So here goes.
Choking
Biting
Spanking
Okay, that’s a good start, but that’s not all of it. There’s more, so much more, but it’s hard to put it into short words, but I’m scared that if I write it in too much detail then… I don’t know.
Being tied up… deprived of my senses… being chased.
Hunted
Caught
