Outcast
Preface
The men and his father laughed and screamed at James for what he wanted to do. "Leave me alone," He howled at the monsters. He was sure the neighbors could hear his painful, agonized cries for help.
James felt the beatings of rough ungentle hands, the stabbings of assorted knives and daggers slice his skin. "Get of me." He roared at the former gang members and his own father.
They stopped, James panted hard from the cruel things done to him. He was bruised, and the blood didn't help. Only made a mess.
"Look boy," his father spat "You won't be leavin' my house, say it or do so, I'll kill you or get a worse beating. Got it?"
"Got it." James moaned pitifully. They laughed at him and continued to beat the senior, the outcast.
Chapter 1
"Awww man." I groaned as my bus pulled away from the high school. I let out a breath and wondered if I should call my dad to pick me up. Nah, it's not that far a walk, besides, I don't want Tom to bring the police cruiser, I thought.
I'm a senior in this dinky little town; Iron Side A/N Iron Side is NOT a real place, I made it up. Always rainy, rarely sunny, like right now. I was having a pretty good day till now.
I started walking off the school campus and walked easily on the sidewalk.
I noticed a figure in my vision, stopped and turned around. A guy with his hands in his hooded jacket pocket, walked past me, not bothering to look at who he past. I was popular at the school even though I was new to a town where kids and teens grew up with one another. I am not at all like those prissy popular girls in movies, but I'm popular because I'm fun to hang with, a companion.
"Uhh… hey wait up," I called to the guy, but he seemed to pretend I didn't say a thing. I jogged up to him "Hey, what's your name?" I asked. He looked at me, and then looked around to see if I was talking to someone other than him, than pointed a finger to himself to say, Who? Me? I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, you, what's your name?" I repeated. "Umm…. James" he said, a little unsure.
"What don't know your name?" I teased. "No, just, aren't you supposed to talk to your people?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. I breathed out a laugh "I'm not like that" I said, shaking my head. "Oh, you don't know my name, it's Katy" He just nodded.
"Where do you live" I asked. "Anatomy Rd. House 142" He said looking over at a tree. "Hey me too, House 149." James looked at me "Yeah, I know, I've seen you around."
Chapter 2
We walked the rest or the way to our houses. When we got to James's house he walked past it but not without throwing his backpack at the metal garage. He also kept pace with me. "Walking me home?" I asked. "Yes, then I'll probably go to the bookstore or somewhere."
"Where's somewhere?"
He shrugged "The Lake, It's a rare day." I knew what he meant by that. "Could I come with you?" I asked. I've never been to the lake. Again he shrugged "Sure. And we could play 20 questions too." He said chuckling.
I dropped my stuff of when we got to my house and then left a note for Tom. I walked back to James "So are you up for a few questions?" He asked "Okay, you want to go first?" he nodded "Why did you move here?"
"When I was small, my mom and dad broke up. I've lived with my mom ever since, but I'd decided to live with Tom till I graduate and go to college." I said. "Wait, how did you now I moved here?" I asked suspiciously. "I get around." He said with a crooked smile.
Chapter 3
The two of us talked and walked as we made our way down to the lake.
"So what is your favorite color?" He asked humor in his eyes. "Out of all the questions you could ask, your asking what my favorite color is?" I said. He nodded and grinned.
I rolled my eyes, "You're an idiot."
"What? Just asking you what your favorite color is makes me an idiot."
"Exactly."
"I don't get girls at all."
"Of course not, you're a guy."
"So are you."
"Wha' hey that's mean." I said lightly slapping his shoulder. His arm tensed, and then relaxed. "What?" I asked. "Huh…? Nothing." James said
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Navy blue" I said.
When we got to the lake, we sat at the end of an old fishing dock.