Chapter Eleven: Run Devil Run

Third

Polished nails shined underneath the moonlight as Phoenix sat in her spot in complete boredom. After Paul had suddenly taken off, she was left to her own questions as everyone else around her carried on as if the situation had never happen. She was confused to say the least, what had she done to spark such a harsh reaction? He had just run from her like she carried the bubonic plague and her eyes had turned to the darkest of black like a possessed soul.

It just wasn't fair.

She leaned back against the log, pressing herself closer together to get a little more warmth. Since the sun was now completely set, the air had turned cold, the wind beginning to pick up. She wanted a beer, the frothy liquid that would soothe her soul into completion. It was what she needed, what she desired, what she craved.

Just like the warmth of Paul's skin. The thought shook her to her very core, bringing on another wave of confusion. Not ever did she think about another of the opposite sex in any form other than pleasure purposes. It just wasn't in her nature. Boys were to have fun, not to share a life with. A commitment. It just wasn't plausible, simply because two people were never meant to be together forever. And that was what she believed in her heart.

There was a tap on her shoulder, beckoning her out of her mindless state. Hardly mindless, at least in her opinion. She turned her head the slightest, her brown eyes rising from the jean covered legs to the face that owned the body. A smile broke out on her face, a small squeak escaping her lips. She was up on her feet in less than ten seconds, another twenty and she had jumped on the person who disturbed her moment of troubled thoughts.

"Mason!" She squealed, her legs wrapping around his thin waist. "How are you big brother?" She leaned away, placing her painted red lips against her cheek. She missed her brothers more than words could say and actions could express.

He grinned, wrapping both of his arms around her legs to support the weight she held. "I was doing fine until I was mauled by an oversized bear." Ears perked up from the other side of the fire. "Well, I wasn't mauled but it came pretty close and started growling at me." There was a rustling of footsteps, two figures disappearing into the forest.

Mason looked past his sister, at those left sitting by the fire. "Have you guys seen the size of those wolf's? At least, I thought it was a wolf." He set Phoenix down on her feet, pulling her into a side hug. As much as he hated to admit, Mason missed his sister just as much as she missed him. "Hey Nixx? Why do you have about four of my shirts in your closet? They smell like your gross hooker perfume now."

"You're wearing it so you can't complain. Now you smell just like the woman you really are." Her love turned to sarcasm, her arms hooking around his thin waist. He was small, just like she was and like Ryder was. Seb was the only one who didn't get his mothers genetics and was much more of a bigger build than the other three.

"I split- You know what never mind. Have you eaten yet? Or did you want to catch a late dinner?" Mason looked around the fire, nodding to those he recognized and offering a polite smile to those he didn't.

Phoenix opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off from a voice much deeper than her own. "She's already ate." Seth said, sauntering up towards where the brother sister combo were standing. "Did you walk here? I can give you both a ride home if you want." His eyes held more information than he was telling, his voice pressing.

Mason nodded not picking up on the tense atmosphere. "Yeah, I've been cooped up in my dorm all week figured I'd get some exercise." He looked down at his little sister who was staring at Seth with an odd expression. "Nixx?"

"Oh." She shook her head lightly, "Thanks Seth. I guess we should get going." Her eyes scanned the once lively crowd, now very quiet and lonely in comparison to before. Half the members were missing, the other half shooting each other looks that Phoenix could not comprehend.

School tumbled in like a force of crashing waves. Phoenix hadn't seen or heard from any of the guys since that Friday at the bonfire. She had spent most of the weekend with her brother; fighting, yelling, watching movies, and having competitions over the littlest of things. Sebastian joined them late on Sunday, just as surprised as Phoenix was that Mason was home. If anything, she only assumed that she would only see him in between exam breaks.

Phoenix walked the halls of the school, heading towards her favourite part of the day. Detention. She entered the room quietly, barely nodding to the teacher who looked up at her arrival. Like they cared anyways, it just meant more money for them in the end. She sat down at one of the desks closest to the window. If she was going to be stuck here for the next hour, she would at least have something to stare at other than the four walls she had been surrounded by all day. Closing her eyes, she relaxed in her chair her mind leaving the room completely.

Meanwhile, a boy of almost six feet and black hair styled in a faux hawk stepped into the room. Another day, another detention. This boy was no stranger to the detention room, spending most of his high school years within the room. His teeth tongues at the lip ring stationed in the middle of his lip, a sly grin never leaving his face. The boy radiated of trouble and nothing but.

The door slammed open uncharacteristically, making everyone in the room turn toward the source of the loud bang. Phoenix looked over at the door lazily, her eyes widening slightly at the boy who just walked in. Piercings, bad attitude, rebel, he was just her type. Her eyes traced his body, stopping on the Guns 'N Roses tee, and the horribly ripped jeans. She licked her lips unconsciously.

The boy seemed to catch her stare, the sly grin turning into a rather cruel smirk before he began to make his way into the room. He passed every row until he reached the last two, passing in between them. Slowly, he sauntered towards his destination in that happened to be beside Phoenix. Phoenix felt her mouth go dry at the thought, it had been so long since she had lived this sort of way. Unexpected, dangerous, spontaneous. The rush was already flowing through her veins.

She turned her head, looking out the window once more, trying to ignore the other as he sat down in the open desk beside her. Out of the corner of her eye she was watching him, watching him stare at her with an obvious expression on her face. Her lip curled, it was time to play.

Phoenix

A sly smile crossed my lips as I turned to look in his direction. When our eyes met, I felt a shudder run down my spine. It was not like when I looked at Seth or Paul or even Sam in levels of attractiveness, this boy could hardly even compare. But he lacked something those other three did, this boy was absolutely dangerous. The way his deep brown eyes held nothing but a look of adventure and despair. He licked his lips, my eyes following the movement.

"Jess." He was first to speak, his voice surprisingly smooth and not the rough tone I would have pegged him for.

I held out my hand, giving him a shy but millionaire dollar smile. "Phoenix. So how did you land up in here?" There was no way I was going to let this conversation die.

His smile suddenly dropped, his body leaning forward towards mine. I could smell the nicotine on his breath and the axe that coated his skin. "Let's just say, there's a reason why the second science lab is out of use for the next two weeks." He said with a straight face before the smile reappeared and he sat back in his seat. I cocked an eyebrow, expecting more than just an out of order science room. He did not look like the type of guy to be taking science in the first place. But who was I to judge? Detention like this was not made for just one person.

"You're the girl who beat up the Principals daughter, aren't you?" I couldn't help but groan at the memory that wound me up here. It had caused more unnecessary drama then needed. Especially with Sam, that man just did not know how to let up a bit. Melt that icicle growing inside his ass, remove the stick shoved up there, or for the love of God just stop caring. But that was impossible, however loopholes still existed.

When I looked back at his curious yet dead eyes, I couldn't help but chuckle. "What gave it away? The white girl status?"

"The don't fuck with me stare."

"Jess, I think we will be splendid friends."

He let out a grunt of whether was agreement or disagreement, which I could not tell. But the silence was not awkward, but comforting.

There was five minutes left of detention, my eyes staring down the clock as the seconds ticked by slowly. It was mocking, sadistic in an aggressive way. Some time during the period, Jess and I had pushed our desks together, littering the top with sharpie drawn doodles and lyrics that we could think of. One stood out in particular, the words had created an awkward pregnant pause between us.

At first Jess had been reluctant to say anything at all, but all he said was that wolves were a touchy subject between the people of the reserve. My mind immediately reeled to the reaction of the 'pack' when Mason had a run in with one of the wolves. Well, if they existed you were bound to see them once or twice.

It was no different then seeing a rat in the subways at New York. If you hadn't, well maybe you weren't looking hard enough. However, I certainly was not looking for the wolves, that would be one of the last creatures I would want a run in with.

"Hey," Jess whispered, even though it wasn't necessary in the laid back society of the detention room. "A couple buddies and I are heading down to Port Angeles for the night. You wanna join?"

Any other teen would have rejected, or at least weighed the options of heading down to a strange city with people they've never met before. I, on the other hand, was eager to respond.

"I'm down. I've been dying to get off the reserve."

Jess smiled causing my heart to almost leap from my chest. "Great. There's this huge party in one of the warehouses."

And suddenly, I was back in New York.

Authors Note: Ohmagawd. I'm soo sorry it took me so long to get this out! -hides- Anywhoo, it should not take me that long to get out the next chapter (cross your fingers) as I am no longer in school. Just working in a fabric store. And no, I do not know anything about fabric or sewing, I'm just helping out a friends nan. I'm hoping to get Committed to Crime out THIS month. I would have last month but there was a severe drop in my chemistry mark (nine percent) so I had to work my but off to at least get a 70. Since I went into the exam with a 68, I achieved my 70 so go me. Chapter title belongs to SNSD, or Kesha, who ever you want to side with on the battle. Thanks loves! Dedications to RealLifeWolfGirl.

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