Chapter 14: Why are you smiling?

"Ouch."

My muscles constricted and I fell to the ground wincing in pain.

Why did I have to run even when I'm very aware I can't keep up for more than five minutes. I berated myself inwardly and attempted to stand, but my legs refused the order.

Then I looked ahead, Mr. Clinton was a good distance away.

I had to be honest with myself, it definitely didn't feel like a competition, it was more like a tortoise daring to challenge the hare.

And that tortoise was me, I lost in less than ten minutes...

Even when I was still seated on the ground, I was still huffing and panting for a few meters, a race I barely pulled off.

I stayed on the ground to catch my rough breath.

"Mr. Clinton!" I yelled for his attention; I needed help to stand. My legs refused to cooperate.

I saw him turn around and approaching me.

Damn, he looked quite hot while running, his stubble strewed all over his oval face by the gentle breeze, and my heart started drumming the music of infatuation.

When will he be mine? I