CalPal

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Chapter Eleven

    The next morning I had woken up fairly early. I went to the bathroom to do my normal morning routine, then I changed into some running gear. It was a bit chilly for a Florida morning so I changed into a pair of dark green high waisted running leggings as opposed to shorts and a matching sports bra. I grabbed my phone and wireless headphones and left my room. I approached Dream's room when I heard noise coming from it.

    "Come in," he said gently after I knocked.

    "I'm going for a run; just wanted to let you know," I told him. He was rummaging through his dirty laundry basket. Clothes were spewed all over the floor.

    "Care for a running buddy?"

    I smiled, "If you can keep up, bitch boy."

    Truly, I was just mocking him. He's probably going to outrun me since he has a foot on me and his strides are longer. However, I was on the cross country and track team for my high school so it's possible that I am faster than him due to the amount of training I've had and how long I've been running.

    "Ready," he chirped as he came out of his room wearing his running gear. I sat on the floor and tied my running shoes on, then stepped outside with him. We stretched together for ten minutes. Then, I started my exercise on my Fitbit so that it'd track the distance I run.

    When we started, Dream was significantly slower than I expected. I wondered if that was because he was going easy due to my short stature. I decided to test this theory by speeding up little by little. Soon enough, Dream was at the point where he was actually full on running as opposed to a leisure jog. If we put it in treadmill terms, we were probably hitting about a seven or eight right now.

    "Damn, you're so fucking fast. I thought I was going to have to go easy on you," he chuckled as he steadied his pace beside me.

    "I've been running for about ten years. I was also on my high school's cross country team and track team. I actually committed to my college in North Carolina for cross country and track," I said in between my breaths.

    "Shit, is there anything you're not good at?"

    "I can't play soccer," I admitted, picking up the pace a smidge.

    "Can't say I expected that," he chuckled, "I'll teach you soccer."

    I smiled and nodded, "And I'll teach you how to keep plants alive," I said, hinting at the dead plants on his porch and in his house. He rolled his eyes and laughed, but didn't deny his terrible skill at gardening.

    "I'll race you home," I said when I saw our cars come into view. Before he could even respond, I took off in a sprint to my car. He was right on my tail, but I tapped my car at full force and won the race. He slowed to a jog and stopped in front of me. He was holding his knees and panting with his tongue stuck out like a dog.

    "You cheated."

    "Even so, I would've won if we did it fairly."

    "I doubt it."

    "Sore loser."

    "Wait until the timeline hears about you being a cheater."

    He ran inside and to his room. I just jogged after him and tried opening the door, but he had locked me out. Then, I got a notification saying that he had mentioned me in a tweet on his second account.

        @DreamWasTaken2: @CalPal is a cheater

        @CalPal: @DreamWasTaken2 is a sore loser