I ran. This boy would not leave me ALONE! I tried everything! Well, not everything. But the last thing I REFUSED to use EVER again. Not after what happened. I could hear his black converse gently tap each roof as he went after me. It sounds like he would be running. Well, he wasn't. I was. He seemed to be having the time of his life as I struggled to find alleys to run through, and he just glided over the rooftops.

"You're not getting anywhere with this!" I heard his relaxed voice fall from the sky.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled impatiently. "I don't see what you get out of this honestly!" I just barely got the words to tumble from my mouth.

"Nothing much, true," he replied. "Just the pleasure."

I burned red hot with rage. I drew adrenaline from my white fury and exploded down the streets.

"Ah!" he yelled excitedly. "It's getting interesting!" He laughed the same innocent laugh I'd grown to hate as we raced through the town, neck and neck.