Losing Hope

and turns back around. “Do me a favor?”
    “Yeah?”
    I toss her the conveniently empty bottle of water. She catches it, then nods and runs inside to refill it. I pull my cell phone from my pocket and immediately text Daniel.
    Sky Davis. Girl Grayson was talking about Saturday night? Does she have a boyfriend?
    Sky opens her front door and begins to make her way back outside when he responds.
    She has several from what I hear.
    I’m still staring at the text when she reaches me with the water. I take it from her and down a drink, not sure why it’s hard for me to find truth in Daniel’s text. As much as she’s still an enigma to me, I can tell by the way she’s so guarded that she doesn’t let people in that easily. Based on my interaction with her, she just doesn’t fit the description that’s being painted of her by everyone else.
    I put the lid back on the water bottle and do my best to keep my eyes focused on hers, but dammit if that sports bra isn’t a magnet right now. “Do you run track?” I ask her, attempting to stay focused.
    She covers her stomach with her arms and her movement makes me want to punch myself for being so obvious about checking her out. The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable.
    “No,” she says. “I’m thinking about trying out, though.”
    “You should. You’re barely out of breath and you just ran close to five miles. Are you a senior?”
    She smiles. That’s twice she’s smiled at me like that, and it’s really beginning to mess with my head.
    “Shouldn’t you already know if I’m a senior?” she says, still grinning. “You’re slacking on your stalking skills.”
    I laugh. “Well, you make it sort of difficult to stalk you. I couldn’t even find you on Facebook.”
    She smiles again. I hate that I’m keeping count. Three.
    “I’m not on Facebook,” she says. “I don’t have internet access.”
    I can’t tell if she’s lying to let me off easily, or if she’s actually being honest about not having internet access. I don’t know which one is harder to believe. “What about your phone? You can’t get internet on your phone?”
    She lifts her arms to tighten her ponytail and I feel like I’m the one out of breath right now. “No phone. My mother isn’t a fan of modern technology. No TV, either.”
    I wait for her to laugh, but it’s obvious in just a few short seconds that she’s completely serious. This isn’t good. How the hell am I supposed to get in touch with her? Not that I need to. I just have a pretty good feeling I’ll want to. “Shit.” I laugh. “You’re serious? What do you do for fun?”
    She shrugs. “I run.”
    Yes, she certainly does. And if I have anything to do with it, she won’t be running alone, anymore.
    “Well in that case,” I say, leaning toward her, “you wouldn’t happen to know what time a certain someone gets up for her morning runs, would you?”
    She sucks in a quick breath, then attempts to control it with a smile. Three and a half.
    “I don’t know if you’d want to get up that early,” she says.
    If she only knew I would go so far as to never sleep again if she would just agree to run with me. I lean in a little closer and lower my voice. “You have no idea how bad I want to get up that early.”
    As soon as her fourth smile appears, she disappears . It happens so fast, I don’t even have time to react. The sound she makes when she smacks the pavement makes me wince. I immediately kneel down and roll her over.
    “Sky?” I say, shaking her. She’s out cold. I look toward her house, then scoop her up and rush her to the door. I don’t bother knocking, since I have no extra hands. I lift my foot and kick at the front door, hoping someone is home to let me in.
    Within seconds, the front door swings open and a woman appears. She looks at me in utter confusion until she recognizes Sky in my arms.
    “Oh, my God!” She immediately opens the door to let me in.
    “She passed out in the driveway,” I say. “I think she’s dehydrated.”
    The woman immediately runs to the kitchen while I lower Sky onto the living room sofa. As soon as her head meets the arm of the couch, she moans and her eyelids flutter open. I breathe a sigh of relief, then step aside when her mother reappears.
    “Sky, drink some water,” she says. She helps her take a sip, then she sets the glass of water down. “I’ll get you a cold rag,” she says, walking toward the hallway.
    Sky looks up at me and