aN: Sorry if it's a bit late. Thank you to all who alerted, added to favorite and reviewed the last chap (thanking you guys at the end aN) Well I was so glad to know that you guys liked my OC Blaise that's why I'm making him take center stage in two chapters. Happy reading!
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CHAPTUH 6
How I met that teenager: part 1
Mid afternoon, the sun still perched up high on the horizon, scorching the downtown city below. The intense heat could easily waver anyone. The sun's rays made the shadows of the short battered buildings more prominent as it served as a diminishing backdrop for a less fortunate suburb. The place can hardly be called a suburb since it's layout was tarnished with vandalized walls and littered sidewalks. This unwelcoming neighborhood made a certain boy stand out like a sore thumb.
Where am I?
Blaise De Lamarquis stepped out of the bus asking himself this question. Actually it was more of an inquiry of Why rather than What. A half a cup of stupidity, a teaspoon of unhealthy curiosity, a tablespoon of independence and a pinch of badluck was the recipe for this unlikely situation. Curse that grumpy old bus driver! Why didn't he take me to a better place? He is so fired! Once I tell my father about this—wait… oh yeah I remember, he's just another commoner and I'm just a miserable kid in the middle of nowhere! Freedom sucks!
All Blaise wanted was to experience a little bit of that suckish freedom as he took a ride on one of the city buses. His father locked him up the penthouse suite of that boring hotel to wait for him until he gets back from his business, the business that takes three whole boring days to finish! The only great thing about the usual large pad was the view of the city below. It was so amazing that it fueled his urge to get out of the 5 star prison the next day. So at breakfast he called room service, hid under the service tray, out smarted his dumb bodyguards and took the first public box with wheels that he saw. 5 minutes in the place and he's starting to regret his runaway decision. Oh how much he would willingly trade for that cold centralized prison.
He unbuttoned the collar of his calvin klein shirt. Remember the time when I mentioned that he stood out like a sore thumb. It was an understatement. He stood out like a sore thumb with neon lights that read 'I'm a rich spoiled clueless kid that's not from here' He's a walking target with his thick gold chain necklace, his heavy stone encrusted family ring, Italian shoes and aristocratic looks. He looks pretty sophisticated and mature for a 11 year old. Who could not notice his flawless skin, his pointed nose, precision cut hair, dazzling white teeth and large green eyes. I know that that sounds terribly girly but it was the obvious truth.
He strolled towards the alley looking forward to something interesting that may be worth his stay, desperately wanting to get out of this place. So instead of mopping around doing nothing he started searching from someone who might give him proper directions to get back. People must have deserted the streets because of the alarmingly high temperature. He kept kicking his expensive shoes down the pavement, when he heard a rustling noise near the alley on his right. He made the turn to the narrow alley weighing the possible consequences of his action. After watching enough of his father's horror and action produced movies made him rethink going in here. He'll take the risk. What could another random act of foolishness change.
There were a group of scrawny teenagers by the dumpster using the unusual hanging flight of stairs as shade. Why would you need stairs with ladders outside the building. Blaise cocked his head at the sight of the teens under the rusty fire exit. They didn't appear older than 15 but how they maturely dressed and acted suggested otherwise. He walked towards them, his over confident bearing in check.
The tallest guy with greasy hair approached him. "Well look at this fellas, we've got another lost snotty brat" The rest of the group erupted to a laugh.
It had been a long time since he had accepted an insult, it was usually him giving them. He tried to reel in his anger. "I'm just gonna ask for directions?"
The teen tapped his foot impatiently "Go shoot"
"How could I go back to The Grand Sofitel Hotel"
The whole group eyed him suspiciously as the leader of the teens stepped out with a smirk "We can tell you but it'll definitely cause you"
Note to self: trust everything that you see in movies, well maybe the part where you shouldn't pass narrow alleys. "What do you want?" He doesn't have a wallet but he had a couple of stuff on him that would be paid for a hefty price.
The teen grinned eyeing him from head to toe. "We want that ring brat " He motioned for the glittering band on his index finger.
He snatched it away from view. "No! not the ring! Take the necklace"
He stepped back as the others huddled up around him, backing him up the wall. "Your bling is good but the ring is even better" He grabbed his wrist. "It's worth more than anything you have on you"
Blaise violently swung his hand away, hitting the teen in front of him. "No! Stop calling me brat you low life! since you're acting like a bigger one than I am" He punched him straight on the face
The teen gritted his teeth, cradling his aching jaw. The two other bigger teens beside him restrained his arms. They were larger than him making it impossible to slide from their grip. "Hold him boys! I'll teach this snotty brat a lesson he wouldn't forget" The teen loudly cracked his knuckles.
"You can take it!" He cowered at the last minute as he saw the lethal anger in his opponents eyes..
The teen tapped his chin as if he was reconsidering his offer. "Nah…we'll beat you up then we'll take it" Blaise could see that he didn't have much of a choice. He's dead meat, he could practically see himself featured in the 9o'clock news. What could another act of random foolishness change? your face…well everything! He couldn't run and couldn't fight. All he could do is wait in slow motion, another movie fiction fact, he could literally watch everything unfold in slow motion.
If someone's listening up there, my guardian angel, God, someone… show me a little mercy please, let me get through this without broken bones or stitches.
Then he felt cold sticky red liquid splash. Oh my God, I'm bleeding ALL OVER!— wait this isn't blood it's…soda? The two teens loosened their hold as they gawked at the sight of their leader and other fellow teens mouthing curses drenched in mountain dew.
Someone really is listening up there
A cold hand seized his, Blaise never knew why but his whole body completely followed as soon as he felt the hand upon his fingers. He allowed the form to drag him swiftly away, his feet barely responding to the very fast pace that they were running. He peeked behind his shoulder to see three teenagers hot on their trail, he would be laughing by now, seeing their outrageous expressions but the way their burning eyes screamed murder obliterated the humor. They turned left then right, they even climbed a wire fence to get away.
Blaise grinned this action was definitely worth his stay! You should really believe all the things you see in the movies. The good guy always gets away! Ha!
They were at least a quarter block away from the goons when they saw a large delivery truck. The figure hauled them inside gently shutting the back of the truck. Blood pounded in his ears as his body entered the phase of panic. It wasn't a late reaction from the dangerous situation they're in but rather a present reaction to the dark enclosed space. Blaise was terrified of dark and enclosed spaces, he felt trapped as though the walls of the space closed him in, air happened to turn scarce, his breathing more ragged than usual.
Out of nowhere the figure covered his mouth with a paper bag. His first thoughts was that the form was trying to suffocate him to death. I'm gonna die because of a paper bag! What a Noble ending! After a few seconds, much to his surprise, his trouble in breathing disappeared and so did the footsteps of the teenagers.
As soon as the form opened the truck he jumped out, taking a deep relieving sigh. Cold wind hit his face then his whole front hit the wall. The figure pushed him roughly against it. How much action could a boy take in one day?
"What are you doing here?" The voice belonged definitely to a kid younger than him but he couldn't tell if it was from a boy or a girl since it the words were growled at him.
"Are you gonna rob me kid?" He was tired of this. He detached his watch and threw it back at the figure. "Here take it!"
The form caught the watch before it could hit the ground. "Idiot! I'm not here to rob you! Why are you here? Who sent you?"
He faced the form assenting him to observe the appearance of his "savior". This boy is weird. He's wearing all black in this heat? With only his eyes visible. Speaking of eyes. This boy has the warmest eyes he has ever seen, deep chocolate browns curtained by long lashes.
Assesment ceased when he pushed him again "Oww! No one sent me! I was just lost!"
"You were lost! That's the most dim-witted excuse I've ever heard! Why did you have to show up, I had everything under control?"
He was about to snap back when the form tilted its head to reveal its face from the mask. The last statement was spoken in a high pitched voice as long blond hair slipped through the mask …long blond hair! High pitched voice! This boy's a GIRL! Blaise just stared at her as if she grew a second head.
"What are you staring at soldier?"
"You're a girl!"
"Quick thinking genius…Tell me something that I don't know …What's your numbuh?"
This girl was just screaming at me just a few seconds ago…now she wants my number? Aggressive much?
"Sorry I don't give my number to low class strangers" He flaunted her a haughty smile.
The girl just swatted him on the head. "Codenumbah! You don't have one?"
He rubbed the side of his head. "I don't know what your talking about? And I don't appreciate you harassing me! I could sue you!"
"So you aren't an operative?" She sighed breezily then she caught his glance with a deathly glare "Your telling me that, My mission was almost sabotaged by just a spoiled rich kid" She shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Go back to your little spy game" He huffed loudly, lifting his chin up as he straightened his shirt. "At least I'm a rich kid unlike you"
The girl rolled her eyes. She muttered lowly "Just an obnoxiously arrogant spoiled rich kid"
"What did you say/!"
She returned his watch that she was still holding.
"You're lost right" He looked away an irritated frown on his face.
"I don't need any of your crazy help kid" The small girl rolled her eyes at the pompous and stubborn teen in front of her. The KND's main agenda is to help all kids in need, no matter how ill natured they are. She believes in this goal, so even if her evil side was screaming at her to leave this lost boy alone, she got herself into rescuing him. Might as well help him all the way right?.
"Earlier, I've heard that you were looking for the Grand Sofitel Hotel, just take a cab, there's a terminal two blocks away on your right, a lot safer that way"
He looked at her questioningly, "I don't have any money" he was looking thoroughly ashamed right now.
The girl reached into her pocket, taking out a crisp 100 dollar bill. "Take this"
Blaise wondered how could this small girl hold such a large sum of money. She must be a snatcher! "You have a—"
She cut him off "That's none of your business!" Blaise didn't push further. He picked up the bill despite how pride battering this whole situation is.
The girl was about to leave when Blaise grasped her arm. "What's your address?"
"Why?" He didn't even thank me, didn't even asked for my name…and now he's asking for my address.
"So I could—umm… mail you back the 100, I'll even give you a reward" Blaise cringed when he noted how conceited that sounded. He should really just apologize and thank her but his huge ego refused him to do so.
"I don't need your money!" She yelled back, her patience skimming thin. She stomped away but the persistent kid blocked her path.
"What's your name?" Now he's remorseful enough to ask me my name.
"That's definitely none of your business!" She brutally forced him out of the way as she sprinted to a run.
"Wait I'm so—"
Blaise mentally slapped himself for acting like such a huge jerk. How stupid of him to miss such an opportunity to know this girl. He sensed a nasty form of guilt inside him. She was amazing. This girl saved him from those dangerous teens, cured his panic attack, gave him proper directions and money…and those beautiful eyes. He didn't notice the fact that he was staring at the dark pavement for a whole minute until he saw something sparkle near his feet.
He crouched down to remark it as a blue diamond encrusted earing. A tiny accessory made of white gold that is delicately shaped like a fleur de lis. He wasn't sure if it belonged to her but it would at least serve as a remembrance for their unforgettable meeting. Maybe he'll find her or maybe she'll find him who knows.
Blaise stood there just like in the fairytale movies; the prince charming with a blue diamond earing… looking for his mysterious Cinderella.
Then Blaise cried like a baby, unable to contain his sobs he called out for his mommy and got hit by a bus.
"WHAT!"
Chad flinched as someone loudly cried out behind him. He immediately twisted his head back to find out the owner or the remark. He glanced back at Rachel to see her neatly folding a napkin while smiling deviously.
"Just kidding…I know you're spying on me Blaise…" Rachel was right, Blaise appeared two tables behind him.
"Moi…I am not— yez I am…I juz couldn't help it mon chere… I was just worried about my pretty fille" Blaise motioned melodramatically as he was about to slide next to Rachel's seat.
"Nu uh" Chad grabbed the other boys sleeve, instead pulling him down next to him. "Your sitting next to me"
"Excusez moi but you're not my type" He locked his gaze at Rachel instead of addressing him.
Why did he suddenly felt an even heavier urge to punch this boy? Was this the same guy he fought with? Why is he all suddenly cocky and over- confident? And Why is he suddenly speaking with that thick accent? Chad was astounded by this guy's attitude transformation.
"Your not my type either…Why are you speaking French?" Blaise's amused gaze didn't faltered.
"Because I am French!"
"Blaise lay off the accent" Rachel commanded with her stern guise.
He smiled softly at her. "Anything for you my dear"
Chad's blood began to boil. He was better off not knowing the translation to his words. "You didn't have the accent earlier"
"The ladies love my accent.. I always use it to get a special girl" Blaise reached out and was about to trace Rachel's hand when Chad swatted it away. So help me God! This guy is one suggestive compliment away from being stabbed by a fork.
"Okay I get it now please continue the story" Chad dropped back to his seat. He was starting to get curious since this teen beside him could become an undercover asset for the organization since he has a clean record well maybe if he could restrain himself through the whole story.
Rachel shrugged "That's it"
"What do you mean that's it? I wanna know how did you go from none of your business to mon chere!" He crossed his arms like a little boy robbed from his candy.
"There's really nothing—" Blaise butted in. I'm raising my fork now
"Don't be shy Rachel…How about I continue the story?" A definite smirk was forming at his face. Just one more compliment
"Oh yeah!" Rachel pointed her fore finger upward as if she instantly had a brilliantly idea.
"I haven't told him about the kiss yet!"
Chad accidentally stabbed his hand with a fork.
aN: I hope you like it...Blaise was supposed to be a tough Italian but I changed my mind in the last minute to sweet talking french, sorry if he disappoints…Thank you to my loyal reviewers NICAGURL (please don't hunt me down haha), MaxandFang101 (I'm glad you loved the last chapter), FieldxHockeyx14 (I'm using the song Let it be in the next chap ;) ) , AFinalSetofLimbs (We are on the same page …I hate when there's a sudden over gooey lovey dovey gushiness on a fic) and peace-baby36 (Love the bunny, so cute, could you make a cute tiger with whisker too XD) Working on my first 3x4 fic so expect the next chap next week same day.