A monster

The high of Artemis’ text response to Clem has officially worn off and in its place is now an anxious energy. Artemis is due back today. In fact, he is probably already back; I remind myself, looking down at my watch.

Shit. I push myself further, running harder. Maybe I can outrun the anxiety I have over confronting him. This morning when I laced up my shoes I was a little nervous. But with every passing second, my confidence sways and I realize the text really means nothing.

Artemis didn’t send it to me. He sent it to Clem who he was texting all night while still actively ignoring me. It was never meant for my eyes, so why would I assume he meant in a good way? He could have meant it in a ‘yeah, she is’ plus a grimace type way. Or maybe he said it because he didn’t know how else to respond to her bringing me up. It must have been awkward.

I pass the fountain in the middle of the woods and choose to go past it. This is the furthest I have ever gone before. But if I found this out her