"Well, if it isn't little Miss Mocha girl." The taller one, Fitz, said as he made a B-line towards me. I started to back away, I wasn't about to lose another mocha. "What, you scared? Don't worry I don't hit girls." He said, slowly making his way towards me.
"Run! Get out of here!" The guy on the ground, Eli, said and then one of the others kicked him in the gut. That got me mad. I placed my mocha on the ground, took off my scarf, jacket and gloves.
"Oh, look who's tough now." Fitz said, laughing the whole way through. "Like I said sweetheart, I don't hit girls." Way to push my button's you jackass.
"Good, because I have absolutely NO problem hitting them." I said, which made Fitz's little friends making "oh"ing noises. He was a good arms length away from me now, I would have no trouble punching him from here, but he had to make the first move, or I could get in serious trouble. So I just stood there.
"What are you waiting for sweetie, go on hit me, as hard as you can." He said, turning his cheek towards me. By now my face was probably bright red, not from embarrassment, from pure anger. If he called me sweetie, or sweetheart one more time I swear to God-
"What are you doing! Get out of here! Just go already!" Eli screamed, another kick in the gut. I didn't even know this guy! Why did I care so much!
"Yeah, sweetie, you better-" BAM! Fitz backed up, his hand covering his now red cheek. Then all his friends backed away from Eli, so much for letting him make the first move.
"You better watch yourself, freak." Fitz said and shoved past me, his friends following him. I flipped them off as they left. Then I remembered Eli. I ran over to his side.
"Hey are you alright?" I asked, kneeling down. He was trying to sit up, it was obvious that he was in pain. His lip was bleeding and he had a big bruise around his eye. "Jeez, you look terrible..." I let slip.
"Thanks." He said sarcastically. I helped him stand up. He was a little wobbly as first, but seemed okay. "Eli Goldsworthy." he said sticking out his hand.
"Andi Walters." I said taking his hand in mine and shaking it lightly. "I just moved here from New York." His bright green eyes widened with surprise. "What? Never met anyone from the States?"
"No, it's not that, it's just... your accent, I was trying to figure out where it was from... I wouldn't have thought of New York." he said making a teethy grin. I fought my urge to smile back.
"Um, I should get back home, um, see— see you later." I nervously said and headed out of the ally way, of course not forgetting my jacket, gloves, scarf, and mocha.
I don't like him, I'm not really into the "bad boy" types. I just have a stutter, that's all...okay, so maybe I did like him... a little, just a little though! I mean, he has green eyes! How could you not fall for someone with green eyes? I sighed. I knew this place was going to be different, I mean, I already made a friend... well, kind of.
When I got home, the moving truck was already there and my parent's and brother were taking box after box out of it. I went over to help, this was going to be awhile. After all the boxes had been moved from the truck, the moving people helped us set up all our furniture and get all the boxes into their rightful rooms. It was already 10 o'clock by the time I finished unpacking all my clothes, make-up, and other necessity's.
I yawned. I quickly made my bed, took a shower, and changed into my PJ's then swiftly crawled into my bed and let sleep overcome me. I let the peaceful sounds of crickets chirping and the wind howling sink in, for I knew that tomorrow would not be as peaceful as right now, because tomorrow, I started Degrassi High.
