Yep I like the show. I decided to write a fanfic that I had longed to start. Anyway I don't own The Nine Lives of Chloe King or any of the OC's. I only own Robin and the idea for this story. Please review!

Unfriendly Encounter

"You'll never be safe out there on your own! You won't last two minutes out there!"

My father's words rang in my head like an angry wasp. He wasn't my real dad; apparently he found me and took me in. We were very close when I was growing up, but lately, now that I'm thirteen, things couldn't have gotten worse. We had gotten into this huge fight and I, being a rebellious teen, packed a few of my things in a book bag and walked right out the front door. Now I was lost in the heart of San Francisco.

My stomach growled once again and I looked around for something to eat, probably unsuccessfully. Then I saw it- an open trunk belonging to a green Kia Soul. Inside were brown bags probably stuffed with food. The thought of such things made my mouth water.

"Chloe, could you get the rest of the bags?" a woman yelled, stepping inside the house.

Now was my chance. I tiptoed over to the car and quietly scavenged through the bags. Some bags of junk food caught my eye. Soda, chips, dip, candy... I didn't waste any time pulling out a bag of chips.

"Hey!"

The voice made me jump and turn around. I stood facing a teenage girl. She looked to be about sixteen with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes that narrowed into slits. She took a step forward and I took a step back. It wasn't until she jumped down the porch steps that I bolted down the street.

I had always been a fast runner, but the girl in pursuit of me was gaining fast. I ducked into an alley and skidded to a stop when I saw a barbed wire fence in front of me. It had to be at least an eight feet climb and I was terrified of heights (ironically because I'm way taller than the average sophomore). I began to climb the fence despite my fears and reached the top when the girl stopped and climbed after me. She grabbed my ankle, causing it to go over a barb. She yanked down, making the barb cut a gash in my ankle.

"Let go of me!" I yelped, trying not to cry.

"In your dreams!" she snapped, yanking down again, the cut on my ankle getting deeper.

I gave an involuntary cry of pain and let go, causing both the girl and myself to go crashing to the ground. I landed on top of her and she pushed me into the dumpster, grabbing the bag of chips.

"You should be happy I don't call the cops." She growled.

I turned to sit slouched, clutching my ankle with both hands.

"Oh yeah, I'm jumping with joy on the inside!" I hissed.

She knelt down in front of me and I slid back against the wall.

"Just leave me alone!" I said, my voice breaking.

"I can help you. I know it's my fault and I'm sorry. Just let me help you." She said quietly.

"No, I don't want your help!" I cried, my hands now drenched in blood.

"Please…I'm sorry. But if you stay out here, you're gonna get an infection and or pass out from blood loss."

She was right, but how could I trust her? She seemed sincere in what she said and I truly didn't stand a chance out here by myself. I nodded quietly and looked up at her to see her staring at me.

"Hello…?" I said.

She blinked and held out her hand. "Sorry…I'm Chloe by the way."

I took her hand hesitantly and she helped me stand. "I'm Robin."

We talked some as she took me to her house. She told me about her and her friends, Amy and Paul, and I told her about myself and left out how I didn't really get along well with the kids at my old school. When we stepped in the front door, a middle aged woman with short brown hair walked up to us.

"Chloe King what is the matter with you?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"It's my fault, Miss. I stole a bag of chips and she was just trying to stop me. I'm sorry." I mumbled, my eyes on the floor.

"You both are lucky I'm in a good mood today." She sighed. She glanced down at my ankle and helped me to sit on.

"3…2…1…" Chloe counted down on her fingers.

Just as she hit one, Ms. King attacked me with questions: Who are you? How old are you? Where are your parents? Did you run away? Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat? Do you have a place to stay for the night? Chloe took the liberty of explaining exactly what happened in the alley.

I sighed and answered each question one at a time. "My name is Robin St. Clair. I'm thirteen years old."

Ms. King looked up at me, an eyebrow raised in a question. "Your parents?" she asked.

I looked form Chloe to her mother and shook my head. "I ran away." And before any of them could say anything else I answered the rest of Ms. King's questions. "Yes, I'm hungry. And if you don't mind I'd like something to eat. I was going to just find some alley to stay in for the night."

"Now why did you run away?" Chloe asked, taking a set next to me.

"Because…I don't know. Lately my dad and I haven't exactly gotten on the right foot. You could say that he kicked me out more or less. He was never my real father anyway so… It doesn't really matter." I replied solemnly.

"But you do plan to go back to him…right?" she questioned further.

I dare not look at either of them as I felt tears form in my eyes. Truth be told, I was torn between wanting to go back and wanting to stay as far away from that man as possible.

"Chloe…take Robin upstairs to get washed up. When you two come back down dinner will be on the table." Ms. King said hastily.

Chloe nodded and helped me stand again. Ms. King had bandaged up my ankle and it was a little easier navigating around. She led me up to her room and let me sit on her bed. Her room was so…artsy and original. It made me realize how dull my father had made my room look. She had a collage of pictures on her wall and I had few on my dresser. Her room was purple and blue while mine was a dull white.

Chloe returned, setting a towel and a washcloth in my lap. She sat next to me, her expression sympathetic.

"Y'know," she began, "you don't have to be scared. My mom and I won't hurt you. We just want to help."

I nodded, "Thanks, Chloe…"

"No problem." She replied, now searching through her closet.

"I just realized something."

Chloe turned to me, a cute purple top in her hand. "What?"

"All of this started with a bag of chips." I grinned.

Chloe smirked and threw the top at me. She threw a pair of shorts at me but I caught them as they were about to hit my face.

"So what's your dad like?" she asked curiously.

I wasn't shocked that she had asked about my father at all. I was practically waiting for one of them to ask. "Well…he's a business man so he gets home late. We don't really spend a lot of time together and he does his own thing while I do mine. It's like we live in separate worlds. But when we do talk it's like all hell breaks loose. We're constantly fighting."

"Wow…must've been really tough." She muttered.

I nodded and shrugged, "What about you? What's yours like?"

"Actually my dad left nine years ago. I haven't seen him since." She said.

"Oh…I'm sorry…" I said quickly.

We exchanged conversation for a few more minutes and I took a well-desired shower. I got dressed in the clothes Chloe had lent to me and walked back into her room. Of course my ankle would have to get bandaged again. As we walked down the stairs, the smell of oven-roasted chicken wafted p into my nose, making my mouth water.

"I had to re-warm it up. You girls were up there for an hour talking away." Ms. King teased.

The three of us sat at the table like an actual family- something I haven't done since before my mom died six years ago. Of course there were more questions but I answered them as best I could.

"Do you have anywhere to go? Any family members you could stay with?" Chloe asked.

I shook my head. "No…not that I know of." I replied.

"Well…since you have no where to stay I guess you can stay here." Ms. King smiled.

"Thank you….it really means a lot." I grinned.

After dinner, I watched Chloe finish the rest of her homework from earlier today and stayed up to watch an old movie. After the movie was finished I was practically knocked out. Ms. King said I could sleep on the couch until she bought an inflatable bed for me.

I lay on the couch quietly, teeth brushed, sheets up to my chin. Though I was extremely tired, I couldn't find it in myself to fall asleep. Maybe Chloe was awake…it was easy for me to talk to her… I thought, getting up quietly. I tiptoed up the steps, careful not to wake anyone. When I reached her door, I peered through the crack to see her room dark. I could hear more than one person breathe from in her room. One was even and slow and the other uneven. Who was it that was in her room?

There was a silhouette in the window. I couldn't make out who it was and didn't want to. I hesitantly walked in the room, pretending like I didn't notice the person in the window disappear.

"Robin…?" Chloe asked, sitting up.

Before I could answer I was knocked into a pile of clothes, the silhouette I recognized from the window pinning me down.

"No, Alek, stop!" Chloe hissed, pulling the silhouette off of me.

I stood to face both of them.

Then the silhouette and I said the only thing that had popped into my head.

"Who the hell are you?"