(12) The bad boy isn't as bad as he seems

I've always thought that running away with a boy who wears a chicken suit daily is stupid.

Okay, I actually never thought about it before because it seems impossible. I mean, Archie would never wear a chicken suit, my other friends are too snobby to actually wear one, and the only person I know wearing it is my enemy.

So, really, the idea of running away with Langston is impossible.

But I guess nothing's impossible.

My blonde hair covered my sight as we ran for our lives. I feel each drop of sweat that runs down on my forehead and it is the most absolute uncomfortable thing ever. I looked at Langston to see him having his game face on. He's really focused on running right now.

While I look like a fat man who just barely finished a marathon, Langston here looks like a damn model attending his own photoshoot.

Lucky guy.

"Where," I panted. "Are," Pant. "We," Pant. "Go-" Pant, "-ing?" Running, or any form of exercise really has never been my forte. I really don't run that often. If I will