soon though and we climb back into the car, all the while talking about our favorite parts of the movie and how good the special effects were. Eddie drives us home and as Chelsey and I are getting out of the car Keagan leans over and kisses me on the cheek, to a soundtrack of whoops and hollers from the front of the car.
IV
imagine if zombies were real
M onday morning comes around all too quickly, as always. I spent all of my Sunday doing homework and cleaning my room. When my alarm clock goes off at 5:30 am I just do not want to move. It’s not even light outside but since I slept in after our date and didn’t run at all yesterday I roll out of bed and get myself ready.
I throw on my usual running gear and head out the door. There is already some hustle and bustle outside, with people trying to meet project deadlines and others in different sports uniforms, getting ready for the morning part of their training. Dalton Academy is known nationally for its tennis and track teams. Many students on those teams end up receiving scholarships to the best colleges in the country. I can only dream of going to college, before I came here it had never even crossed my mind. Now that I think about it, I realize that I had no idea what my future may hold, unlike Chelsey and Keagan. Seeing a guidance counsellor would be a good first step. I put it on my mental to do list and start my run.
The air is cr isp and cool again. The well-worn running path that I usually take leads me around part of the garden and behind the dorms before heading off into the woods, which is my favorite part. This morning I am listing to Linkin’ Park, the music is really getting me in the mood to run.
I am about to take of when someone taps me on the shou lder. I let out a little squeal and turn around to slug my attacker in the face. I only miss him because of his cat-like reflexes as he ducks to avoid my swing. I am sure glad that I missed, I could have ruined our little romance while it was still in its infancy. Keagan straightens up from his crouch and leans in towards me. I hold my breath, half expecting another kiss but I am disappointed when all he does is remove my earphone.
"Easy there slugger! I thought that you might want some company this morning; maybe I can protect you from the big bad wolf. But apparently you do not need any protection at all, you little spit fire. You could seriously hurt someone with an arm like that" He says as he squeezes my bicep with a wink.
"I'm surprised to see you out here, I was expecting you to already be done by now and be getting ready to go to school." I tell him. I can’t help but check him out as we talk.
He looks great; once again, he is in loose fitting running shorts that show of his toned calf muscles. Best of all though, he isn’t wearing a shirt. I am dumbstruck, so to stop anything embarrassing from happening I take off.
He easily catches up with me and instead of jogging next to me, the show-off, decides to run backwards in front of me. "I guess I said something wrong back there. I really enjoyed Saturday night. I would love to get to know you better and three miles seems like the perfect opportunity to do just that. I looked for you yesterday morning, but you weren’t around.”
"I enjoy your company too, good sir. Plus, it’s always nice having a ru nning partner. Especially in this darkness with all of these trees, they just pop out of nowhere!"
"What … "
Before Keagan can finish the question I accelerate and gently shove him sideways into a tall redwood. When I see him dramatically crashing and performing a forward roll before starting to get up and pretending to cry I c an’t help but stop and start laughing. Keagan smirks at me and points to his bicep.
"You gave me an Owie” he says between pretend sobs. “The only way to make the hurt go away is by kissing it." Flexing his muscles and
IV
imagine if zombies were real
M onday morning comes around all too quickly, as always. I spent all of my Sunday doing homework and cleaning my room. When my alarm clock goes off at 5:30 am I just do not want to move. It’s not even light outside but since I slept in after our date and didn’t run at all yesterday I roll out of bed and get myself ready.
I throw on my usual running gear and head out the door. There is already some hustle and bustle outside, with people trying to meet project deadlines and others in different sports uniforms, getting ready for the morning part of their training. Dalton Academy is known nationally for its tennis and track teams. Many students on those teams end up receiving scholarships to the best colleges in the country. I can only dream of going to college, before I came here it had never even crossed my mind. Now that I think about it, I realize that I had no idea what my future may hold, unlike Chelsey and Keagan. Seeing a guidance counsellor would be a good first step. I put it on my mental to do list and start my run.
The air is cr isp and cool again. The well-worn running path that I usually take leads me around part of the garden and behind the dorms before heading off into the woods, which is my favorite part. This morning I am listing to Linkin’ Park, the music is really getting me in the mood to run.
I am about to take of when someone taps me on the shou lder. I let out a little squeal and turn around to slug my attacker in the face. I only miss him because of his cat-like reflexes as he ducks to avoid my swing. I am sure glad that I missed, I could have ruined our little romance while it was still in its infancy. Keagan straightens up from his crouch and leans in towards me. I hold my breath, half expecting another kiss but I am disappointed when all he does is remove my earphone.
"Easy there slugger! I thought that you might want some company this morning; maybe I can protect you from the big bad wolf. But apparently you do not need any protection at all, you little spit fire. You could seriously hurt someone with an arm like that" He says as he squeezes my bicep with a wink.
"I'm surprised to see you out here, I was expecting you to already be done by now and be getting ready to go to school." I tell him. I can’t help but check him out as we talk.
He looks great; once again, he is in loose fitting running shorts that show of his toned calf muscles. Best of all though, he isn’t wearing a shirt. I am dumbstruck, so to stop anything embarrassing from happening I take off.
He easily catches up with me and instead of jogging next to me, the show-off, decides to run backwards in front of me. "I guess I said something wrong back there. I really enjoyed Saturday night. I would love to get to know you better and three miles seems like the perfect opportunity to do just that. I looked for you yesterday morning, but you weren’t around.”
"I enjoy your company too, good sir. Plus, it’s always nice having a ru nning partner. Especially in this darkness with all of these trees, they just pop out of nowhere!"
"What … "
Before Keagan can finish the question I accelerate and gently shove him sideways into a tall redwood. When I see him dramatically crashing and performing a forward roll before starting to get up and pretending to cry I c an’t help but stop and start laughing. Keagan smirks at me and points to his bicep.
"You gave me an Owie” he says between pretend sobs. “The only way to make the hurt go away is by kissing it." Flexing his muscles and
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