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Chapter Two // Night Got Cold, It's Almost Eight. Take These Fools Away From Me
Brooke's POV
I'm now looking up into the most beautiful pair of cobalt blue eyes I have ever seen. They were hidden behind heavy black, thick eyelashes. I don't know wether to be blown away and amazed, or scared shitless. His eyes stay unreadable with nothing but coldness storming through them, and his face matches his eyes perfectly. I look at him, and notice the shirt, jacket, baggy jeans, the way he holds his smirk, and the tattoos littering the other standing behind him smirking in the exact same way and I take note that they must be part of a gang. Most likely the Kings. Fear strikes me like an electric current stinging though my fingertips going to the tips of my toes. All I want to do is scream for help and run as fast as my little slipper clad feet will take me. I mean, Rachel did say not to fk with them, and again I fucked stupidly with someone. Though this was dumber, he wasn't in a car, he was standing right in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. This was awkward, fk this was straight forward scary as hell. Yes, I'll admit it, Brooke Davis, Tree Hill's personal bad $$ is scared like a dog about to piss themselves. I may be bitchy, strong, and feared back in Tree Hill which I am now feeling a growing appreciation for it deep inside of me. There, I was the bitchy, strong, and feared girl as I had said. Here, I am simply just one in many, and a very insignificant one at that. But I'm not about to let these guys know that, though they might already. I am scared. But that's something that they don't have to know.
My head, it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile
Have now become my curse
Tight lips, red skirt
The never ending street
Big car, little man
My lover for a fee
"What the fk, get the hell out of my way." the raven haired boy said with no bit of sarcasm in his voice.
So he wants to play this game, well he's probably serious but that's beside the point. And he doesn't have to know that I'm terrified and all I want to do is curl up with my booboo and suck my thumb. That would seem childish. Just a little bit.
"Well sorry." I tried to say it in a cold voice to match his tone, though I seriously meant it.
His eyes are cold and frigid, with a face that dares not show any emotion. A quiet smirk playing upon his lips, and every bit of arrogance reading on his features. His dark brown hair spiked up at the tip with blue, and contrasting against his dark hair. Deep blue eyes, that occasionally had stormy gray surging through it. He was wearing a white shirt, baggy stone washed jeans that had attached chains hanging low. His underwear would probably have been exposed if not for the big leather jacket on his arms, shoulders, and back. The one behind him snickered, and looked every bit as dangerous as the one in front of me. Though he didn't have a touch of punk or anything similar on him. He looked like a straight up gang member. Honestly, I didn't know what was scarier, the goth looking one/gang looking one, or simply the gang looking one. Honestly, the first seemed to have colder eyes, more dangerous eyes, the other seemed a bit amused, maybe playful. Maybe that's ignorance. The one behind him had on the exact type of clothes the taller one did, but subtract the jacket. His arms were exposed by the wifebeater her wore on his upper half, littered with tattoos. I wondered if the other had any, probably. Heh, wifebeater, they both had those on, wifebeaters, how accurate.
So if you see me will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
"Who the hell told you to walk into me?" he spat, letting go of my shoulders.
The slightly shorter boy behind him stepped closer, closing in on me and saying,
"Yeah, who the hell told you that?" I could tell that he was one of those sidekicks who say the condensed version of what the other had just said. That was truly annoying.
"It's called an accident and that means that I didn't mean to do it."I rolled my eyes, and walked over to the corner, trying to figure out where I was going.
The rain was now fully coming down and it could not have gotten any harder.
I hear footsteps over the sound of rain beating down on our bodies. They seem to be getting closer and closer with each passing moment, and I step off of the curve and silently pray that they won't follow. Though of course I don't tend to get what I ask for.
I finally get to the other side and see the building come into closer view that before, a car drives right behind me, and I hope that it slows down the guys.
Now, I'm looking at the smaller guy step in front of me, preventing me from doing anything else. Rolling my eyes and scoffing loud enough to get my point across, I turn around to go the other, longer way, I bump into the chest of the other one, and again came face to face with the one that had dangerous written across his face.
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
"Boo!" he said, smirking at the way my pupils probably dilated with fear.
Damn him.
There were his blue eyes again, enhanced slightly with the eyeliner he wore. His eyes were almost mesmerizing. And take note of this.
I said almost.
"Can I help you." I said as more of a statement than a question.
He walked around me, and we started circling each other like two lions about to devour each other in hate, or mating. I shuttered at the last thought.
He finally settled next to the other one, and they both blocked my way to my destination. I could feel eyes roaming up and down me. I caught them both looking at all parts of my body and I remembered that I was wearing a white boybeater, no bra, it was freezing cold, and raining. That equation did not equal anything good. I cross my arms over my chest protectively.
My head it hurts
Each day its getting worse
No sun, my room
Has now become my hearse
Cold sores, im beat
Got bruises on my feet
My pride, these men
Have taken it from me
"Yeah, you can apologize." the boy with dark brown hair, and blue tips said.
"I kinda did you moron."
The one with lighter brown hair said something so softly, I couldn't even pick it up.
"See, that's not what I was talking about. You have to apologize for calling me stupid, and then you kind of just did it again, so you have to apologize profusely." wow, that was actually a big word.
"Profusely, such a big word for such a small brain."
"Whatever you say jewels, at least I compensate for whatever you think is small in other, more important areas." he smirked, flashing his teeth.
"Big ears aren't important." I push past him and start walking faster, but not too fast so he thinks I'm scared.
So if you see me will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
He looks slightly insulted, but it's probably his mock hurt showing perfectly clear. Though it scares me that I can never tell anything with him, I have no idea what he's thinking and that's pretty scary if you bump into a perfect stranger and have no idea if they have any intention of cutting you up and throwing you in a dumpster or not. His eyes totally remaining unreadable, and the only possible emotion I could make out is coldness and bitterness.
I started walking as fast as I could without coming across as petrified. Peyton and Rachel would call me stupid, and they would say to run as fast as I could. I have more pride than that, some would call it too mush damn pride, but whatever.
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
General POV
The feet that were lightly hitting the pavement, so as not to cause any attention belonged to the taller, darker haired boy. Next to him stood the other who was now running his hands through his shorter, lighter colored hair. She started to pick up the pace, and crossed her arms over her chest protectively while tucking her hands under her armpits. Her head is now hanging low, and she tried her best to pier through her heavy bangs that were now clinging to her face. Walking faster now, she started approaching the building at a faster pace. Her feet took her closer to the building that was now only a few steps away from her, well more like fifty steps away. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her perk nose began to run accompanied by a heavy sniffle, more involved with the harsh cold waters whipping across her face with the wind, than anything else. Much father behind her stood the two boys who were now walking together, before the taller one hit the other on the back, and the shorter one nodded in affirmation.
The darker haired one picked up speed and now was taking bigger steps, as the lighter haired one lagged behind. He stood there at a much slower pace, lifting his hands, as the muscles in his tattoo littered arms flexed, and brought his calloused, story-telling hands up to his hands to breathe air on them for sake of warmth. The other quickly gained on the wringing wet, and head hanging girl. She sighed and gave a weak smile as it became clear to her that all she had to do was walk some more, and get in those narrow doors. Home Free.
Suddenly, a pair of slightly tan and muscular arms wrapped one arm around her waist and the other grabbed the wall as he steadied himself in front on the doors she had been waiting to get in. You couldn't say that she was surprised, the inkling that those two guys could still be behind her was great. She was feeling nothing more than anxiety. As he released her small waist from his slight grip, he arched his head back and smirked like he knew exactly what he was going to do.
"So jewels, why is a girl like you walking around a place like this?" his gaze once again averted to her breastbone area, the area that she had recently forgotten to cover.
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins
Catching his gaze, and tracing it down to where his object of attention lay, she gasped all too loudly. She didn't want him to hear it, but she did want him to know that she didn't approve of him gaze-groping her.
"Trying to avoid people like you, thought it hasn't been working has it? And why the hell do you keep on calling me jewels?"
Now, she was desperately attempting to get past him, and shoved his arm away from the door in the process. At the exact moment of skin on skin contact, she felt a rush of electricity run through her body. And she could have sworn she found goose bumps on his. Though there was an all too easy explanation. The rain was bitterly cold on a night like this. Though his arm was much stronger than she had anticipated, his strength would not budge. All new resorts were now tried by Brooke. She attempted to duck under him, to move to the side, whatever she could possibly scrounge up in that mind of hers.
"Because you look like one of those rich bitches who get whatever they want. Hence jewels, you know, like jewelry." he mocked her like a child being explained a situation to with the help of his hands.
"Well that's all very interesting and all, but if you'll move out of my way, I have better places to be. You know...like, oh I don't know...anywhere but here."
The rain was now creating an angry rumble, and Brooke jumped a bit. The only things that were crossing her mind now was to simply get away from trouble, and seek shelter while attempting to head back to the protection of the comfortable Tree Hill. This task which she had reluctantly conceded was not any less than difficult.
So if you see me will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me well I guess i want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?
"Sweet little innocent Juliet wounds me."
His chesty simper started distributing surreptitiously and equally over his good looking features. At the same time, his hand crept up to cover his chest above his heart, mimicking a heartbreak.
"Why are you calling me all these different names? My name's Brooke."
Her sharp tone came out in no more than a correction, not trying to start a conversation or anything. Though the conversation being held was against her will, and pissing her off fast.
"I don't call you different names, that's Tim's job."
He pointed over his right shoulder, without so much as a glance in his friends direction. It was like he knew he'd be creeping up on the pair and started lighting up a cigarette in the process.
"I called you Juliet, which was derived from jewels."
She peered over his shoulder at the other that he had just subtly introduced her to. She couldn't help but wonder how many brain cells of his were killed, as she watched him attempt to take a drag in the pouring rain with skin whipping winds. Curses of his were heard as he obviously burned himself on the thumb while trying to cover the lighter's path to light the damp cigarette. Her attention immediately turned back to the one in front of her, when she felt a calloused finger reach under her chin to get her to refocus her gaze on him as he was talking. Her hand roughly pushed his away, and she took note of the danger in his eyes. They were not resurfacing, they had never initially left. Every withering stare had been plated with nothing more than coldness, distance, and danger.
"Well, don't call me Juliet, or jewels, my name's Brooke."
She finally gave him a huge push, and sent him a deadly glare before he stumbled out of the way. She knew that it wasn't her push that got him to move, he seemed much too strong for that. It must have been her frigid stare that basically told him to back the fk off.
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Mother, I have lost my way
Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' though my veins
Standing in the rain
Mother, I have lost my way
Standing in the rain
Mother, I have lost my way
Making her way into the building, pushing the doors aside. She took a much needed and anticipated breather and long sigh of relief. Turning to walk away, the howling of the night's air could be heard entering the building. Turning back around to face the doors, she noticed the more 'friendly' one taking a single step inside, and the other sucking his thumb.
"Bye bye muffin."
He mumbled loudly though a pained expression.
Now the one in front opened his mouth to speak and she scoffed and turned away, but not before he caught her eyes with his.
She heard him say something, he had finally left, but forgot it soon after she realized that he had used the nickname he had now branded her with, and smirked as she narrowed her eyes, obviously bothered that he again refused to use her birth name. Though now, her mind wandered back to moments earlier, and she made out every word he had said before her new nickname.
"By the way, my name's Nathan, Juliet."