Glove Will Find A Way
Chapter 1: Street Rat
Gwen's POV
"Street Rat." That is my title, my stupid title. "Street Rat." I'm homeless, have dirty ratted raven-black hair, ripped clothing and a hole in my boots. I've never stolen food from stores, or people, just the forgotten leftovers in the trash. I'm homeless, not a street rat. Then again, the rich bitches from Western Heights don't understand that. They have everything handed to them on a silver platter; I have to fight for my place on the street. They live in a rose colored glasses world; I'm out here in reality. Even now, I'm bleeding from a cut on my forehead from fighting a man for my cardboard box. It's not very warm, but it keeps the Spring raindrops out. It makes my stomach clench when I think about all of those rich pussys' in their silk blankets and silver platters.
Duncan's POV
"Rich Bitch" that is my title. I'm Duncan Leon Jones; my father is the owner of all of the Jones' Theaters in the United States. Everyone wants to be me, except for the person in the body. I have no "friends", everyone uses me and uses my popularity because of my title. I'd rather be a man on the streets sometimes. They have nothing, yet have everything. I know it's stupid to think like that, but damn, I just want to have someone who cares about me.
"Duncan there are some kids to see you!" My mother's voice rang through my ears.
"Alright mom!" I holler back, I grab my black leather jacket off of my bed and put it over my white dress shirt. I run my hands through my charcoal black hair as I walk down the stairs.
"Hey Dunk!" A chorus of three voices said. They're a few "friends" from school. Kayla, Nick, and John.
"Want to go to the movies with us?" Kayla said sweetly, well sweetly sounding anyway.
"Uh…." I started out, then I saw my mother's glare as if saying "You better go Duncan!" I sighed.
"Alright… sure why not."
Gwen's POV
"Sweet! A half eaten corndog!" I screamed inside of my head. As I finished scorffing it down my throat, I heard a few people laughing. Oh great… here comes some of the Rich Bitches I was talking about. Actually, it's three of the biggest highlights. But the forth guy…I've never seen him before, and he wasn't laughing.
"Hey guys, it's the Street Rat!" Said the girl I know as Kayla, sadly, I know all of their names by heart. Again, except for the guy in the black jacket and wavy black gelled hair. I can see that he's getting angry. But why? I'm nothing to that Rich Bitch.
"Awe, come now Kay," the one called John said. "I'm sure this Street Rat isn't too bad." He looked at me and sneered. "What about it bitch? What would you do to me for twenty bucks?" All of them except for the stranger laughed.
"Sorry," I said, looking the devil in the eye. "I don't trade my body for money. Isn't it kind of sad that such a handsome, rich boy has to ask a Street Rat for sex?" I chuckled, and so did the stranger.
"Why the fuck are you laughing Duncan?!" John yelled in his face. Duncan? So the strangers name is Duncan…
"Because it was funny, and when something is funny I laugh." I head Nick scoff.
"Well if you think she's so funny why don't you stay here with this diseased Street Rat?" I watched the guy named Duncan walk towards me; great, another beating. I closed my eyes, waiting for the familiar sting, but it never came. I slowly opened one eye, and saw that he is sitting next to me. The Three Bitches gasped, hell, I even gasped a bit!
Duncan's POV
"Dude, come on! I was just joking!" Nick said his eyes wide open.
"Well I'm not. Go to the movies without me. I'm sure I won't be missed too much." Kayla took out her phone, and snapped a photo.
"Duncan, I'm not fucking with you, come with us or this photo is going to be on the front page of the school newspaper!" I felt a hand touch my own.
"You should go with them…" The homeless girl whispered lowly.
"Listen to your Street Rat, Duncan." John hissed.
"Go. Without. Me." All three of them ran off.
"You're going to regret this!" Kayla hollered as she ran. I shrugged and looked at the girl. I don't notice the dirt, knotted hair like everyone else, all I notice are her midnight blue eyes. She isn't a street rat.
"What's your name?" I asked her. In a low voice, I heard her whisper.
"Gwen…my name is Gwen…" I saw her eyes go wide, she got up, ready to run, I grabbed her glove clothed hand.
"Wait…" She pulls away and runs. I run after her, but she is too fast. I see her take a sharp left, and after I turn, all I see is a brick wall staring back at me, and a glove on a dumpster. I picked up the grey glove with holes where the fingers are.
"I'll find her…" I thought to myself. I may have just met her, but I'm already under her spell. It took one look into her eyes. I will look for those midnight eyes, and the girl with the other glove. Gwen…Gwen…even if I forget her name, I won't forget her.
Gwen's POV
Why did I run?! Why did I let him get so close to me, even with only the stare of his teal eyes into mine, he's got me smiling like an idiotic highlight. Why am I fooling myself? My kind and his kind could never be, but my heart says maybe there's a way. Maybe.