Chapter 3 and a half. (I think)
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Zoë's Pov
The Rockers each had there own unique style, allot like me. There were quite a few of them, all standing there, heads down and listening to music. At that point I knew I wouldn't have to introduce myself. I also knew I didn't exactly fit in even with these either. I never had, never would. Where was Rachel? Only a second ago she'd be approaching the Rockers a few feet behind me!
Rachel's Pov
I sat in the corner as I pulled out the black Ipod I had bought with the little money I had invested in hope of putting it to good use. I turned it on I smiled as Bleed for Me by Saliva came on, like I have said music was my release. It was my outlet and without it I would have gone into overdrive and crashed and burned. I heard a throat clear and I turned round to find a girl around my age, wearing a Heartagram hoodie and Black cargo pants converses peaking out from her baggy pants. "um Hi…" she seemed pretty nervous, hell so was I but I wasn't going to be the one to let her feel uncomfortable, "I'm Rachel" I said sticking my hand out "Dee well actually Delilah but the last person who called me that is 10 feet under" she accepted my handshake and I laughed it off. Wow Finally a friend this has to be the first since well forever, then It struck me how much I depended and counted on Zoë, well that was going to change…
Zoë's Pov (again)
I couldn't stay there, knowing I'd have to go through all this by myself. I needed Rachel. I had been through so much with her. She had always thought she depended on me and I was pressuring her over Mother and Dad's death. I wasn't. Of course not. Rachel was my sister, I'd never do anything like that, not on purpose. I began to feel guilty for making her promise to stand by me, pretending she needed me, knocking her confidence down, when really I needed her.
I stood there, encircled by punks and Goths and Emo's. Some pulled out there ear plugs. One with a purple moheaken stood up and walked towards me. "Nice hair, where you from?" he asked, I was too nervous to speak. "Shy one, this is!" He turned and mocked me too his friends, a few laughed, other obviously couldn't be bothered to listen. "Please…" I tried walking away but his hand shot out and grasped my arm. "Get off!" I yelled in his face, he just laughed mockingly. "get off before I kick your ass!" This only made him laugh even harder. Jesus, what do I have to do to get this freak off of me. "Look girly. You're here because you have to be, you won't be accepted anywhere else."
"You're a two faced git!" I said smoothly, pulling my arm back, yanking him forward. "me?" he said, visibly shocked. "Get off," I said.
"Get off of her Newt!"
I heard a voice yell. I turned to see another guy more or less the same age as me. "whadda you want Joey?"
"Just get off her!" The blonde boy said again. Newt's grip only tightened. "I will let her go…" He paused, as if to think. His face twisted with the pressure of using his pea sized brain so much. "I will let her go… If you accept the challenge, to duel!"
"Fine,"
"Good!"
To be continued.
R&R Another thanks to Leanne and Diana. We cant thank you enough.