I'm tired, really tired. Panting. Sweating. Gasping for air, but I couldn't stop. They won't let me stop. I have to keep going.

My legs felt like someone had brought a matchstick and lit them on fire. They were burning, and as much as I wanted to stop, to rest even for just a few seconds, I couldn't. I couldn't let them down.

Even though they hated me and I disliked most of them, I couldn't let our team be humiliated again. This is what happens every year. We lose. And all the blame is put on me.

I mean, hello, running is hard when you're a very unfit person who loves food more than anything.

Yeah, I'm totally not talking about myself for over here.

Pushing my legs even harder, my muscles began to ache. And I really wanted to stop, in fact I would have, if I hadn't heard Courtney, who is another mean girl by the way, say that I always put our team to shame. I had to prove her wrong. I had to win.

I'm running out breath, but I've got stamina. I won't give up. I close my eyes and push my legs even harder than before, causing the fire in my legs to ignite, get bigger, more painful.

You know those times when something is happening but you can't believe it and you're just thinking to yourself 'ok, this is a dream. This is so not happening'. But actually, it so is happening, it's just that it's such a great thing you'd never think you'd be able to do it.

Yeah?

Because that's what I'm feeling right now. I felt like I could literally cry when I had passed the finish line before the other girl. This would be the first time our team has ever one.

I smiled and felt quite proud of myself but that smile dropped and instead, a frown took it's place. The coach, also known as the pe teacher, was shaking everyone's hand and congratulating them.

Everyone but me.

The students who were on my team laughed and smiled as they congratulated each other. I heard a few 'well done you did great' and even some 'we would've definitely lost without you'.

People will always be people, right?

And I won't let them bring me down, I'll keep getting up until I hit the ground.

And I'll although I was actually quite hurt by their actions, I didn't take it too personal. There's nothing I could do anyway.

I want to be angry at all of them,

I want to be sad.

Instead I bottle my feelings and fake a smile,

But on the inside, I am truly sad.

Wow. That was deep.

                                ~*~*~*~

"Thank you, have a nice day" I smiled but didn't get one in return. Wow these customers are rude.

"Next please" I shouted and a girl my age walked towards me. She ordered and stood aside waiting for her order to be finished.

For the next two hours, it was very busy, people walked in and walked out nonstop.

Guess who's getting a lot of money today, huh?

I was counting all the money I had made so far when I felt something, actually someone, poking my shoulders. Irritated, I lift my head up to glare at the person, but all that annoyance disappears when I see Evan in front of me. My face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Evan!" I shout not being able to supress the smile on my face.

"Hey Sky, how are you?"

"Ugh. You know, life"

"Yeah" He chuckles and him being happy makes me happy too. It's been a long time since I've actually talked to someone. It's been a long time since I've felt like a normal human being. All though I don't, for some unknown reason, fit in with everyone, when I'm with Evan I really feel happy. I feel normal.

And before you all start, no I'm not in love with him and all that crap. He's just a friend. A really good friend. It's like when I'm with him, I don't have to act or pretend to be someone. Because I know Evan won't judge me.

Well he better not, I can throw a good punch when I feel like it.

"So do you want to order anything?"

"Oh no, I'm fine. I'll just wait till you finish your shift so we can hang out"

I nod at him and run back to work.

~*~*~*~

"Any particular place you want to go to?" I ask Evan as I take my apron off and fold it. I quickly walk in the changing rooms and place the apron in my locker.

Once I see my hair is really messy and there are random bits sticking out, which isn't very surprising to be honest, I quickly take it out and do it again. I checked again and once I was satisfied that it looked decent- I'm sorry, I'm not a model who just walks out of work and then oo la la, her hair looks amazing- I walk back to Evan.

"Actually I was thinking we'd stay here. It's really warm and cozy"

I nod and take him to a table at the back. He's right this place is warm and cozy.

"So this is a picture of you when you were young?" I asked as I laughed one more time.

Evan nodded and carried on laughing. But it wasn't just a normal laugh, no, it was one of those laughs where you're not actually making any noise and you're just there flapping your arms around like a retarded seal.

You understand, right?

One minute Evan was laughing like a disables seal and the next, he looked behind me and froze. He didn't move, he didn't make a sound.

I gave him a quizzical look and looked back.

Big mistake.

Guess who was there to ruin my day, again? Yeah that's right, Mr.Jerk Face. "I swear to God, I'm gonna kill that stupid idiot" I muttered under my breath.

"Look who's blessed us with his presence. Do you need anything, your majesty?" And bam, just like that I got him triggered.

Wow, seems like my job is actually pretty easy. I don't even have to move, I just say a few words to him and just like that, he's annoyed.

I smirked when I saw that he had his jaw clenched.

"Shut the hell up" Was the only thing he said.

I looked back at Evan, who was still gawking at Mr.Jerk Face like he was a god, and whispered to him "excuse me for a minute, I'll be back soon"

I grabbed his (the annoying guy) hand and yanked him behind the corner.

"Listen here, jerk face. You don't have permission to walk in on my friend and I having fun and ruin everything. Don't come up to me and tell me to 'shut up' when all I did was ask if you needed anything. Okay?"

When he didn't answer, but kept on staring at me, I grabbed his shoulders and began shaking them.

"Okay?!" I asked again, this time demanding an answer.

He nodded his head and shoved my hands of him.

"Don't touch me" He said so low and quiet that even I wouldn't have heard if I hadn't been standing right next to him. He walked away, looking like a boss, but that stays between you and me. We don't need to make his Asia-sized-ego even bigger than what it already is.

~*~*~*~

"You know" Evan started off, giving one glance at Mr.Jerk Face who was sitting a couple of tables away from us "I think he likes you"

The water that was once in my mouth ended up being on Evan's face in a matter of seconds.

"What?!" I screeched so loud that I even got a few disapproving looks my way. I muttered an apology to everyone then looked back at Evan.

"What? I'm just saying. He's been  looking, sorry I mean staring, at you for the past fifteen minutes" Evan scooted a bit closer to me.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No. Absolutely not"

And because of his unbelievable accusation, which isn't true, you guys know that right?, I smacked his head.

"Oww" He glared at me and I glared at him back.

Looks like I might not have a nice best friend after all.

"Hang on, I'll be back a second"

I shrugged and continued sipping my smoothie. THIS THING IS HEAVEN!

I looked up to see Evan sitting next to Mr.Jerk Face and they looked like they were having a quite serious conversation, judging by the looks on their faces. I wonder what those weirdos are on about now.

They chatted, like two old ladies that haven't seen each other for five years, and all of a sudden, everything changed. The guy, who's name I still don't know yet, stood up and started shouting something at Evan. I was too far away to understand what he was saying but I'm guessing it was a few swear words.

Swear words that I don't wish to repeat.

The guy- who's name I will learn soon, I promise- stormed out the cafe with a really annoyed, dare I say pissed look on his face.

And Evan came back to our table with a smug look on his face. "So what did you two talk about?" I asked him. He just shrugged, but then seemed to remember something and looked at me with a smirk.

"What?"

"I'm telling, that guy is so into you"

"Shut up, he's so not"

"But he is, I don't understand how you can't see it" he started waving his arms around, which I've realised is something he does when he's frustrated or when he's trying to prove a point, "he got so annoyed and jealous when I told him that you were my girlfriend, and he looked he was going to freaking beat me up when I told him to stop staring at you, since you're already taken"

"Whoa, whoa, you told him that you and I are together? Like together together? Like boyfriend and girlfriend together? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Chill, I just wanted to see his reaction"

"Oh and what was his reaction, oh wondrous one?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.

He shrugged. "That, I'm not going to tell, but I'm serious, that guy likes you"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"You, my friend" I pointed at him "need a drug test'