Hey guys! Sooo as promised, here is the Blackpool chapter. Let's see just how feisty Samantha can get ;D
Hannah x
P.S: A part of this chapter is borrowed from the movie Nowhere Boy.
"Sam. Sam. Samantha!" shouted Paul up the stairs.
"What?" I sleepily shouted back.
I heard Paul bounding up the stairs and coming in to my room.
"Get out," I said, chucking a pillow at him.
"It's 9.15, you're going to be late, get ready, hurry up,"
I barely slept a wink. I was really tired, but I just couldn't sleep. And now, on my third day in Liverpool, with my suitcase still packed, I was going to Blackpool. This was going to be my last outing for a while, I needed to find my feet and settle in. Did I even want to go to Blackpool today? Paul would end up making me go anyway.
"You like to please that Lennon guy don't you?" I said, getting up and unzipping my suitcase.
"Get dressed, I'll be downstairs," said Paul, exiting my room.
Deflecting the question, I thought.
I got myself looking decent enough and went down to the kitchen for some breakfast, to find Paul at the front door, with his arm blocking me.
"Do you wanna move your arm there Paul?" I said sarcastically.
"We'll get something in Blackpool," he said, opening the door and practically pushing me out.
"Jesus Christ Paul, you get me up early to drag me into Blackpool with all your mates and now you starve me? What is your problem?" I said, seriously pissed off by this point.
"Just come on Sam," said Paul, walking at a fast pace.
Sighing, I trailed slightly behind him until we got to the bus stop. There was no sign of Pete, Mary, George or John. I checked my watch. 10.15.
"Well," I began. "It seems to be past the specified time your friend mentioned," I looked around the small bus stop sarcastically. "And I cannot seem to see the people who are supposed to be going. Good one Mc Cartney,"
"Well," said Paul, just as sarcastically. "It seems that currently they are making their way to the bus stop. One to me, other Mc Cartney,"
I rolled my eyes and remained silent.
"Well hello there shitheads," said John, punching me in the arm.
I punched him back and said hi sarcastically.
"We meet again," said Pete.
Mary smiled and George remained quiet.
"What time does this bus come at?" I asked.
"In about five minutes," said Mary.
For the next five minutes, John, Paul and Pete talked music, Mary and George were talking about the day's arrangements and I was just standing there. I was seriously considering pushing off home until who else but John came over and put an arm around my shoulder.
"Lennon, what do you want?" I said.
"Nothing, just wondering why you are being rather anti social," he said with that annoying grin of his. Well two could play that game.
"Well I'm talking aren't I?"
"Good point, but only because I came over 'ere,"
"Oh, give my head peace will you, we've been here five minutes,"
"Well, lucky for you, there's the bus," he said, kissing me on the cheek.
I rolled my eyes and got on the bus. John and Pete climbed on top of it because they were showing off or because Mary and Paul wouldn't give them money.
On the bus, there was an even number of us, thank god, so Mary and me talked about fashion for a while until we pulled up to the bus stop in Blackpool.
At the bus stop there was a dodgy looking group of guys and a few girls standing about.
When they were getting off the bus, John and Pete sort of bumped in to them.
"Whoops, sorry mate," said Pete.
One of the guys looked round. "You come near us again, you're dead meat, you got that?"
"Ey, what's your problem dickhead?" said John, gearing up for a fight.
"You are my problem kid," said the guy, squaring up to John. "And I'm going to take care of you right now,"
He produced a pocket knife and dragged it across John's face.
"Go on then," said John, daring him.
It turned out that dragging it across his face was just a distraction, instead the guy slashed John's thigh. Usually in situations like these I would stay out of it, but I hate it when someone hates another person for apparently no reason, and there was completely no need to do that, so instead of staying logical, I saw red and went for this guy.
I stepped in between the pair of them and pushed the guy back, landing a solid punch on his right cheek.
"You cowardly bastard, you can't even fight, you've no balls. I ever see with that knife again you're fucking dead!" I shouted, kneeing him in between his legs for good measure.
For a moment he looked like he was going to come at me, then he started to back away.
This was until, of course, one of the girls came up and slapped me across the face. Well I certainly wasn't having that. I slapped her right back and slammed her up against the bus stop.
"I'd advise you not to get on the wrong side of me love," I said.
She spat at me and ran away and I was left standing there with John on the ground in pain, Pete kneeling beside him and Paul, George and Mary looking at me in shock.
"That was..amazing," said George.
"No one's ever stood up to Terry's gang like that," said Paul in awe.
"Well then no one has a pair of balls around here," I said, getting down beside John. "How bad you hit Lennon?"
"Bastard couldn't get a knife in his foot, the swine," he said, trying to make a joke out of the situation, but I could see he was in pain.
"You'll be fine, don't worry, I did medical training in school," I said, taking a look at the wound. It wasn't particularly deep, but it was a good three inches long, a nasty nick. I tore off a strip of my skirt to stem the blood and tied it round his thigh. "That should do you," I said, helping him up.
"Thank you Sam," he whispered, sounding quite sincere.
"No problem John," I said, half smiling.
"Right," he said loudly. "Are we gonna stand here all day, or are we gonna go and have some fun? Come head!"
And with that we all ran towards the pier.