“Here! Jared!” I called as we ran across the roof, laughing, being the way kid’s should, having fun, free of fear, free of adults, and free from our old lives.
He passed to me, flashing a smile at his feet as I expertly stopped the ball.
“Don’t kick anything but the ball. ‘Kay?” He snickered.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Dean!” Sam called from across the rooftop, as Dean snatched the ball from me while I was talking to Jared.
“You lost the ball Alice!” Jet, one of the youngest Renegade boys moaned.
“Sorry Jet, but I’m sure a strong boy like you could get it back easily,” I ruffled his straggly brown hair.
“’Kay, but don’t lose it this time.”
Jared was on the floor laughing.
“Shut up,” I scowled.
“I-Ha!” He gasped. The way he was laughing only gave him about three seconds breathing space every fifteen seconds.
“Dean! I’m open!” Sam called again.
“The game’s started again. Get up you Hyena,” I nudged him with my foot, “Sam! Heads up!” I called as I slide tackled him.
“Hey!” He laughed, chasing after me, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.
“Haha, stop!” I giggled.
He exhaled deeply; his hot breath tickled my neck.
I relaxed for a moment before pushing him out of the way and scoring a goal.
“Take that!” I poked my tongue out at him.
“Take this!” He laughed, grabbing me and kissing my cheek playfully.
“Haha,” I sighed happily
Jared’s glare was more predominant now, every time Sam touched me his hatred grew stronger, and this kiss was the final straw. He turned to walk away.
