Run. Her legs moved fast, digging into the sand of the beach. It was always harder to run on sand than concrete - but it was something Amie found helped with endurance, and honestly, with the first track meet coming up, that was something she needed. But track wasn’t the reason she was running. No, rather, waking up at 5 am and going out for these runs was… therapeutic? Music blasted in her ears and similarly, her heart raced to the beat of her song. However, she wasn’t here… her mind was somewhere else. Thinking… rethinking events in her life. How she could have done them differently. Her father always told her that mistakes were a part of life. That everyone had regrets and learning to move past them was what growing up was about. Despite this, there were moments she could never forget… such as what happened the first night of school.
Flashback:
It was her last class of the day, and honestly, Amelia just wanted to go home. Her mom had just texted her that her trip was “extended”… what a fcking lie. Her mom didn’t know yet, but Amie had heard everything she had said to her father. Every single word. She wasn’t supposed to be home… but she was. Either way, Amie was frustrated. Frustrated at her mother… frustrated at Maxon being back at school…everything was just too much. A sigh of relief left her lips as the bell rang - indicating the class was over. Though after grabbing her books, yet another thing frustrated her. She caught sight of one Diego Montoya.
The two were friends… at least they used to be. The second her sister told her what happened the night of the party, all trust was lost between Amelia and Diego. Perhaps if Amie hadn’t been so worked up by everything else during the day, she wouldn’t have done what she ended up doing. Instead, she felt a surge of courage and found herself walking towards him. Grabbing his arm, Amie pulled the man into an empty classroom after students had filled out - and the moment the door was closed, she slapped him. The sound vibrated the room as she looked at him with a fire in her eyes. “Because of your idiocracy, my sister could have gotten really fcking hurt a few days ago.”
She saw remorse in his eyes but didn’t care. It was all too damn much and maybe she was taking it off on Diego Montoya, but in her mind at that moment, he deserved every part of it. “Listen to me, and listen to me well, Diego Montoya. Stay the actual fck away from my sister. She doesn’t need some idiot who has a crush on her putting her life in danger because he wants to get in her pants. Driving after drinking was the stupidest thing you could have done and it’s not happening again. Actually nothing is going to happen again because you and me, we aren’t friends anymore. And with Phoebe, you’re going to stay away. Got it?” She gave him one last look before walking away. Perhaps if it was another day, she would have felt regret. However, she felt no such thing that night.
End of Flashback:
Well… let’s just say, that sentiment of “no regrets” didn’t last because now here she was, running at 5:31 in the morning feeling regret as she replayed that moment in her mind over and over again. Was she too harsh on him? He probably already felt like sh!t but that didn’t compare to the worry Amie felt when her sister told her she was in an accident.
Either way, Amie didn’t really have time to worry about it as she soon found herself getting back home, walking towards her shower. She played music as she allowed the hot water to ‘wash away her worries’… as if that ever actually worked but she did try. She heard Phoebe walking into her room and into the shower after a few minutes and smiled at the question of checking her homework answers. “Yeah Bio class should be in the blue notebook in my bag Phoebes. IF YOU’RE GOING TO COPY, CHANGE ONE OF THE ANSWERS AT LEAST,” she continued, laughing as her sister threw her tongue out at her and left.
Mornings often started that way. Her daily run, Phoebe looking at her homework, and then, Phebes driving them to school because god forbid Amie would ever, in a million years, take the wheel. In any case, the girl said goodbye to her sister, her green smoothie in hand as she walked towards the door of the school. Though as she was walking, the girl’s shoelace became untied and she found herself struggling to catch herself. Though, she put her hand out and stopped herself by pushing against a car in the parking lot. But… as her luck usually foretold, in the process of all of the falling, Amelia Grace may have squeezed a little too hard on her smoothie so not only did the Jeep catch her fall, but she also ended up covering it in the green substance - the smoothie running down the inside as it was one of those cars with an open door which just meant… fck.
Her eyes fluttered close and Amie found someone walking towards her… specifically the person who owned the car she had just covered in the smoothie and just to her luck… it was…Fin Wolf. “Oh my god, I am… so sorry. I can pay for a wash… or a detailing…I just…”
She started, rambling apologies to the man - though honestly, she swore every time she was around him, something bad happened. Though, despite anything that was coming out of her mouth - he was simply giving her a look of rage which she took as go the fck away so she walked slowly telling him to send her a Venmo request before running the hell away from that situation.
So yes, it had been a long day. Amie sighed, walking towards the water fountain in need of a breather and honestly just a damn drink of water. Though it seemed someone in the universe was simply against her today. Amie pressed the button, though nothing came out. Instead, the fountain made a whirring noise as if it was dying inside. “You have to be kidding me, come on now…” Amie whispered, talking to herself as she clicked the button multiple times. After a few minutes, she kicked the bottom and pressed the button again, and finally, water came… well… flying out. Instead of staying where it should, the spirt of water ending up going wayyyy further than expected and… well… getting someone nearby wet.
Closing her eyes, a groan left her lips as she stopped pressing the button making the water stop and immediately was filled with regret. “I am so…so…so sorry. I honestly just have the worst luck today,” Amie apologizes, not looking at the person she drenched and instead of getting a paper towel out of her bag and trying to help the man. With a let me get that Amie with a fluter attempted to help where the man was sprayed - dabbing his lower shirt and the top of his pants after getting on her knees - apologizing multiple times until she realized what it probably looked like she was doing… after all the place she was dabbing wasn’t necessarily… let’s just say she shouldn’t have done that. “Oh… oh my god I am such a idiot here… can I do anything… i probably have done enough I am so so so sorr…” though she stopped in her rambling as her eyes met, for the first time, the person she had sprayed. JP Medina… fck.
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@Littlefeets - Diego
@astxrism - Fin and Phoebe