“I’ve been running.” But Misha hit to close to home which made Bella tense up again. She lucked out though and he sat down on her good side which meant she had to continue to look straight ahead instead of at him and she would be fine. “Are you trying to tell me that girls don’t go running in tank tops and shorts?” Bella asked trying to sound casual as she wiped at her good cheek. Her bad cheek was throbbing with pain and she had no doubt there was blood but luck seemed to be on her side and it hadn’t gotten everywhere.
“I’m fine, really,” Bella spoke softly before taking a deep breath as she tried to calm herself. Her dad clearly hadn’t followed her so the only thing she had to fear was Misha seeing her cheek. “You should keep running or you will have to start over again.”