I walked around the brightly lit boardwalk, bored out of my mind. Letting my green eyes move to the sky, I could tell it was going to rain. That just made me want to stay out here longer. I moved through the crowd with what my friends would call a cat like grace. My feet guided me to the carousel. I smiled at the sight. The boardwalk has been my favorite place since I was little and it always had a way of making me smile. I paid for my ride and jumped onto the white horse. Wrapping one arm around the fading gold, I swung my leg over so I could sit side saddle. While I went round and round on the carousel, I noticed four guys making their way to the ride.
The Lost Boys, that's what everyone in Santa Carla, called them. They were a biker gang made of three blondes and brunette. The brunette was tall with dark skin; he was from some native tribe. He wore dark pants, a leather jacket, and a pair of worn biker boots. One of blondes was almost as tall as the native one, his hair a wild teased mane. His body was covered by a pair of grey skinny jeans, knee high biker boots, a fish net shirt, and a black tailcoat. Then there was the curly haired little angel. He had such a baby face that I found it hard to believe that he was tough enough to be with the rest of them. Even his clothes with the short wife beater and patch jacket showed his childishness. Finally there was the leader, a white blonde with blue eyes of ice to match. He was clad in black from his black trench coat to his black leather gloves to his black biker boots.
They carried themselves across the boardwalk with a feral grace that made the crowd part. To be honest no one knew a lot about them except not to get on their bad side. On occasion members from another gang would disappear after getting into fights with the boys. I tried to stay out of the dealings of both gangs but that kind of went down the drain when I started dating Seth, the current leader of the Surf Nazis. I rubbed my arm subconsciously, hoping to rub the memories of the bruises away. Seth can get a little carried away sometimes. I don't have many friends so they don't try to stop it and my parents don't care due to the fact that they're too stoned half the time to notice.
I continued to stare at the people that walked the boardwalk from the blonde bimbos to the rainbow haired emos. I let my head fall back to look at the lights as the ride came to an end. I jumped down, only to be caught; looking up; my green eyes met the ice blue of the Lost Boys leader. He held me up for a few moments as we just stared at each other before he set me down on my feet. The leader had this seductive smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, grabbing his hands and removed them from my body before they could slide farther down.
Climbing off the ride, I went in search of something to do since I had some time to kill until Seth would come to take me away. In the back of my mind I could tell I was being followed. I looked out of the corner of my eyes into a nearby window. The leader was following me. I sighed.
"Nineteen years and nothing has happened. And now tonight I'm being stalked, awesome." I mumbled into the air.
I tried to skate through the crowd but with everything I did he was still on my tail. This game of cat and mouse bored me. So I stopped and turned around. The man halted barely inches away from me. I glared softly at him. Sure he was handsome but good looks weren't enough to give him the right to stalk me across the boardwalk.
"Can I help you?" I asked with the fakest smile I could muster, plastered on my face.
He smirked seductively down at me, "Just wondering if you could use some company, babe."
"I'm good thanks." I said ignoring the nickname beginning to walk again. He nodded, still following me, and pulled out a cigarette. The leader offered me one but I waved it off.
"I'm David." He stated, lighting his cigarette.
I rolled my eyes, "And I don't care. Now if you don't mind, leave me alone." I walked away heading towards the beach. David continued to follow me. I was about to turn around and start yelling at him for being such a creep ass stalker, but I was pulled into the arms of my over protective boyfriend. I gave a weak smile at Seth. He smiled back giving me a sloppy, drunk kiss, which had me wanting to hurl. God I need to dump him. David's eyes glared at him. I could just make out a growl that ripped through the awkward silence. It came from David and I knew that but I didn't understand why.
Seth began to drag me away, nipping at my neck. I tried to push him away but his drunken grip was as strong as steel. I turned my head back to David with a pleading look. He smirked before giving a wave and walking the other direction. I muttered under my breath that if he really wanted me, he would have helped me.
"Jackass," I whispered.
"What was that?" Seth slurred.
"Nothing Seth," I told him.
He grabs my chin and pulled me into a harsh kiss. I tried to break way but his grip was much stronger than before.
"If I ever catch you with him again, you little slut, I'll beat the shit out of you." He told me holding my chin tightly. "Do you understand me?"
All I could do was nod.
"Good, now get in the damn car. I'll be back later."
Seth threw me into the passenger seat before slamming the door, stumbling back into the night. I sat there for a while. I refused to cry. There was a wall that I had built months ago when I first started dating Seth. Looking in the mirror, I could see the bruises forming along my jaw. I cursed. I didn't like waiting for Seth to come back. Hell, I honestly hoped he didn't come back. Then I could go on and live my life. Or I could just get out now and hope he's too drunk to notice me gone. I liked the second one better, since the possibility of Seth disappearing would be nothing short of a miracle. With a sigh, I opened the door and headed back down the boardwalk on my way to my house.
As I walked home, I could feel myself being watched. Maybe it was David again. I stopped in a couple of stores to look around. The art of stalling was something I had mastered long ago. As I walked out of Video Max, I felt my hair being brushed over my shoulder. I followed my hair to see a gloved hand. Then following the gloved hand, I looked to see David with that damn seductive smirk still on his face. I gave a half hearted smile.
"That wasn't a creepy stalker move at all." I sarcastically stated as began to move through the crowd. "Are you still following me?" I asked.
"Well I gave you my name, but you never gave me yours, babe." He said walking in step with me.
"And?" I asked, turning to face him.
He gave me this look I couldn't describe, "And, I was hoping you would tell me. Then I don't have to call you babe anymore."
I gave a quick smile, shaking my head. My eyes widened at the sound of Seth storming down a nearby alley. I knew it was him by the sound of his voice. I grabbed David's arm.
"If you get me away from Seth, I'll tell you." I whispered pulling myself closer to him. David's eyes glanced around towards the alley. He wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me towards somewhere only he and God knew. He lead me to a motorcycle, I could only assume was his, and he sat down. David turned to me with those cold eyes that held something I couldn't make out.
"Where do you want to go, babe?" he asked.
"Do you know the way to the sunken hotel?"
He nodded with a surprised look in his eyes.
"There's a house about a mile out of town on that road. Can you take me there?"
David held out his hand. I grabbed it, using his hand to help myself into the triumph. I snaked my arms around his core, unintentional feeling the hard muscles that were there. The engine purred to life. We took off down the boardwalk, people yelling at us for almost running them. As quickly as we started, we stopped. I stood up, my arms moving up with me feeling David's tone chest, looking to see why we stopped. Before us were three more bikes, and on each bike was one of the other gang members. They smirked at me.
"Hey David, who you have with ya?" the tall blonde asked.
"Yeah David, who's the pretty girl?" the curly faired one commented.
David growled with annoyance. The curly haired boy got off his bike and made his way over to me. He took my hand and removed it from David, dropping a kiss onto it.
"I'm Marko, since I'm sure David hasn't mentioned us." he said cheerily. David rolled his eyes, looking the other way. "The brooding, quiet one is Dwayne; and the loud, annoying one is Paul."
The rest of us laugh, except Paul, who tried to attack Marko. I wrapped my arm back around David. I whispered in his ear that I wanted to get to the house soon. He nodded.
"Hey, I'll meet you guys back home. Make sure Star and Laddie make it home. I'll be back later." he told the three.
They stopped their actions and gave a knowing smile that made me nervous. It made me wonder what they knew that I didn't. Paul waved good bye. I gave a half hearted wave back as David sped away. It felt good to have the wind once again in my hair. I couldn't remember the last time I had been on the back of a motorcycle. David's blonde mullet tickled the top of my head. I buried my head deeper between David's shoulder blades and felt the chuckle that rippled through him.
David pulled to a stop at the worn, old house. I slowly got off the bike, standing in front of him. He smirked up at me. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off towards the house. He grappled my hand in a very successful attempt to keep me there. He pressed his lips to mine, in a shockingly gentle kiss.
"You forgetting something, babe?" he asked pulling away.
I grimaced at the nickname he had bestowed me; "You're right, thanks David." I told him pulling my hand out of his grasp. I walked down the dirt road and looked back to see his crest fallen, yet angered face. I smirked, "I'm Amy by the way."
He looked up and chuckled, "Good night, Amy."
"Good night, David." I called back as I entered my house. Once the door was shut I locked it and made my way to my room. I lit the candle near my bed to light the room. I dressed in an extra large Van Halen shirt, and took my jeans off. I crawled into my own bed and said a silent prayer. As I closed my eyes, I whispered a thank you to David for getting me away from Seth for a night. I think I imagined hearing him reply back.