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A Westside Story 13
MPOV
"You're already done dancing?" Angel asked as she shoved a handful of fancy cheese and cracker into her mouth. I resisted the urge to laugh.
"Yeah, I'm done," I told her as I took a bite of a thin cracker.
She shrugged and then her face lit up like a candle. "This has been the best night ever, Max! I even made some new friends!" Angel pointed to where a group of younger kids about her age were all giggling and playing around in a corner.
I smiled. "That's great, Ang. Make sure that you get their mommy and daddy's numbers so that you can call them to play with you sometime," I told her.
She nods and hurries off over to them.
I sigh.
I stand there, by myself, not really knowing what to do.
Then, all of a sudden, there's a loud crash! that fills my ears. My head spun around to see what all the commotion was about, and I saw him, Nick.
Beside him was a shattered vase that'd hit the marble ground. But he wasn't concerned about that. All his attention was dwelling on the guy he was cornering into the wall. I could see that his jaw was set.
I gasped when he punched the guy and he fell down to the ground, holding himself.
"Nick!" I yelled at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
His eyes widened at me and they looked urgent. "Max. You need to stay away. Alright? Just for a little while . . ."
"What? You're not making any sense right now," I tell him, confused.
He shakes his head. "Never mind."
"You gonna tell me why you're beating this guy up?" I questioned.
He shrugs. "Maybe."
Just then, a guy wearing the same mask as Nick appears and places his hand on his shoulder. "I'll take it from here." He takes a glance at me and sighs. "Go with her, if you want, but don't do anything you'll regret, got it?"
Nick's eyes light up like a candle. "Yes, sir!"
The other guy grumbles. "You're a lucky, kid," he tells Nick. He turns back to the boy that's cowering in a corner. "You? Not so much."
Nick loops his arm through mine and escortes me away from where the other two boys start fighting.
"What was that?" I asked sternly.
He just shakes his head and continues to pull me along. I realize a second too late that we were heading out into the gardens in the back.
He opened the large double doors for me and I walked out slowly. I stood there in awe as I took in the scenery.
The sun was just slowly setting in the distance, and the sky was turning a warm pinkish-orange color that reminded me of water colors and how they mixed together so freely. White lights hung around trees and bush's of roses and the grass was perfectly manicured. In the middle, there was a gazebo that had more lights spun around the bars and roses blooming at the sides.
I blushed and realized how romantic this would be.
Nick took my hand in his and we walked around the stone-covered pathway that wound around the garden of lit up roses.
"So, you really want to know what was going on back there?" He asked slowly, as if he was afraid he might say something wrong.
"Duh," I say.
He smiles and chuckles lightly then he speaks in a more serious voice. "Uhm . . . I am in a . . . g – group. Yeah, a group. And, well, we make sure that everything goes right in this city. If . . . we see any signs of trouble or if anyone's in danger, we go to help." He shrugs.
I stare at him. "So . . . you're like sorta a cop?"
"Uh . . . sure."
Then you might not want to be hanging around this dude, if he's all about being the good guy. What would he do if he found out all of the regretful things you've done before? A voice in the back of my head nagged me.
We walked in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
It was a silence that was filled with many unspoken words.
"I should get going . . ." I say all of a sudden and turn around to go back inside of the large mansion-like building.
"Wait," Nick says, grabbing my arm. He lightens his grip on me as I stop.
"What?" I ask him a little curtly.
He looks at the ground, like he was thinking about what to say. "I . . . just don't leave me yet, okay?"
I mumble a small "Okay," as we continue our walk.
I realize that I'm standing too close to him; that if anyone were to see us we would appear as a couple. I inch away slowly from him. "Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about," he says in a low husky voice and wraps his arm around me securely.
We keep walking.
"But . . . I don't know you," I say lamely.
He sighs. "But I know you."
I don't know whither or not to feel flattered or scared at this stalker-ish remark.
Now, we stand on the sill of the gazebo, the lights illuminating his smooth skin and face, or at least what I could see that wasn't covered by his mask.
And then someone shouts.
"TB!"
Nick looks in the direction and a group of guys wearing the same masks as him are all crowding around at the door of the mansion, seeming to be waiting for him.
He curses. "I want to see you again, okay? Promise?"
I nod quickly, not knowing why. "I promise."
His eyes flood with relief. And the last thing I have to remember him by is his soft lips pressing against the corner of my lips – and then he's gone.
FPOV
A gang member of mine, Bart, nudges me as we hop into our large black vans as we leave the masked Ball. "So. Who was the girl?"
I shrug and look out the window.
"You banging her?"
I cringe at his terms. "Leave me alone, man."
"Whatever dude. Just forget I asked."
And I do forget about him.
Because in my mind, all I can hear is Max's voice saying "I promise" over and over again inside my head.
I really wish Fang was my boyfriend. Just saying.
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