She was very quiet the rest of dinner. I had no idea about her past. That explains why she is so quiet and closed off. But when she was over here, she was alive. Maybe there's more to the story that she hasn't told me. We already scheduled the next study session, Monday. It's kind of crazy how she has already infiltrated my mind and she's only been gone for fifteen minutes. She left around 8:30.
Are you busy? Me and the boys are at the park. Join us. Bring Lena too. We know she's with you. Andrew Wilks is a strange personality. He thinks he's constantly in control. But he is fun to be around.
She already left. I'll be there in 10.
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I drive past the school to get to the park. The ancient cobblestones on the front and the towering walls make it look like a dungeon at night. Which makes it even stranger that Lena is running on the track. Why is she running so late?
I pull over and watch. She runs so gracefully. That's almost impossible because your running. When she turns the next bend, I see her face. She hasn't even broken a sweat. How that's possible, I don't know. She's already in such great shape I don't see runs so much. I pull away.
The first thing I see is Andrew standing on top of one of the tables and waving madly for me to join.
I start walking towards him with my head bent down a little. All confidence they say. I think. He hops down from the table and walks towards me.
"Where is she? I thought you were bringing her." He says throwing up his arms in question.
"She went home," I say. Knowing full well that he would try and go harass her, "Plus it's up to her whether or not she comes to this."
"Aw. Little English Ascot likes Lena. Who knew?"
"I don't like her. Not like that at least. I'm just staying on Coleson's good side."
"So, you're a suck up now," he says throwing his arm around my shoulder to lead me to the tables. "She's already broken you man. Come back to us." He pokes my forehead. I swat hid hand away.
"She's done nothing except open my eyes to the world around me. You may not have noticed but she stays away, but she's actually a very social person. If I were to invite her to come sit with us at lunch, would you be on your best behavior?" I ask walking away to sit down across from him at the table.
"I could try. Although, I can't speak for the rest of the group. But if you want me to be nice, I'll try." He wines.
"Good, so why am I here again?"