A.N: Hey, again, guys! Umm... new chapter... lol. I don't have much to say, but if you want to check out Mitchie's 'dress', the link is right here: http:// www. polyvore .com/horror/set?id=10131391 Just take out the spaces. FF erases it otherwise. Sorry :( Also sorry if it sucks, I have an awesome idea, but I can't use it now, and hence I'm finding all of this boring, since all I can think about is my other idea :) Sorry about that. Enjoy and please review. Really - please, please review :)
Disclaimer: I don't own CR........ again. And I think it's too late to claim the title to CR2.
My eyes widened at the short, pink and black... mini dress, if you could call it that, was tossed at me. I sidestepped, shaking my head at that thing, refusing to pick it back up. Austen sighed, rolling his eyes at my resistance, before once again shoving the 'dress' into my hands and motioning me towards the small bathroom to my right. Swallowing, watching him place his hand on the gun, I admitted defeat and marched into the bathroom to change.
Now done, I stepped back to survey the dress, shuddering at it's repulsiveness. Maybe if it didn't look so... short and poofy. It looked way too much like something that you'd sleep in, or if you're a slut, perform in, but it definitely was not something that you would just wear.
Okay, here's what I would change. I'd change the length first, so that it came down to at least past my knees. Next, I'd take the poof out of the 'skirt' part of the dress, so that it laid flatter and nicer. After that, I'd change the top from a corset to a nice, flowy top. And I'd make it some decent straps. But then, with all that work, it'd be a completely different dress.
"Oh, I forgot." I shrieked, stumbling back, as the bathroom's door flung open, revealing Austen holding hold a pair of high, high hot pink heels, not looking the least bit ashamed by his actions. I jumped back, an angry expression covering my face.
"Why did you do that?" I yelled, my back almost against the wall as I waited for Austen to answer my question. "Why didn't you at least knock?" Instead of replying, he only threw the pair of heels in my direction.
"I forgot, wear these too. And when you finish they'd better be on." He warned as I caught the shoes with ease, still a little shocked by the fact that Austen had just barged in. Hesitantly, I bent down, slipping the heels onto my feet and groaning. Oh, how I hated high heels - almost as much as I hated this 'dress'.
Austen smirked at the fact that I was uncomfortable, running his gaze over the dress. "Nice dress. Now hurry up." I did as I was told, only tottering for a few seconds before I adapted to walking the the heels, following Austen cautiously.
I stepped around the corner, meeting the others' eyes, and watched as their expressions changed. All three of the boys looked horrified, and Caitlyn's mouth had taken on the shape of an 'o'. Shane was the first to react, his face turning redder by the second.
"Mitch, what are you wearing?" He roared, and I timidly backed away, watching as Austen stepped towards Shane, a triumphant expression on his face, clearly stating 'I won'. If only I knew what they were fighting for... (wow, now I feel stupider.)
"Look, Shane, it's fine." I replied quickly, not about to let Shane and Austen get into a fight - not when Austen had a gun. "Did you say that we need to go?" I directed the question at Austen, raising my eyebrows in his direction. Austen looked satisfied as he nodded, glancing up the stairs where Sandy and Michaela were standing.
"Yes. Everyone back into the van." He instructed, the van's keys jiggling in his hands. "I'd normally say, stay here, but Ashely's too nosy to let that happen now. So let's go."
I stepped over to Shane's side, matching his stride as we headed out of the door. His worried eyes bore into me, his gaze occasionally shifting to my crappy excuse for a dress, and he gently put his arm around my waist.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked quietly, glancing down at me. I nodded, my eyes still focused on Austen's retreating back to make sure that he didn't overhear us.
"Yes. Sorry about..." I shrugged, knowing that he could finish my sentence well enough by himself, and he nodded in return. "At least on the plus side, I'm finally the same height as you."
"Sorry for blowing up like that. I didn't mean to. I guess when I saw what Austen had done, I just..." He sighed, cutting short as Austen spun around to face us, noting the fact that Shane's arm was around my waist. He looked annoyed as he glanced up, meeting our eyes.
"Stop the chitchat, it's annoying. Get into the van silently, or else." He instructed, and I ducked my head, pushing into Shane's side as we walked past Austen, not wanting to be anywhere near that monster. "Sandy!" Austen shouted, and immediately she appeared at the staircase, hurrying down as she took the stairs two at a time.
Nate, Jason, and Caitlyn were already in the van, their wide eyes staring at us as we made our way across the not-so-quiet neighborhood, our heads held low.
"Why don't we just try shouting?" Shane suggested, glancing around at the crowds of people. I, though, had taken into account something that he hadn't noticed yet. Shaking my head at him, I responded.
"No, because this is a bad neighborhood. Have you noticed the people walking around here?" I asked quietly, watching as he glanced up indiscreetly, biting his lip. "They're just as low, if not lower, than them. I'm sure they've done a hundred and one things like this before. We'd only cause ourselves more trouble by shouting. Austen and Sandy might just have the neighborhood backing them up, too."
Shane sighed, knowing that I was right. It was pretty obvious from all the wanna-be gangsters walking around that no help would come from this neighborhood.
"If Austen so much as touches you..." Shane cut himself off, throwing a glance my way and knowing that I wasn't going to like what he was going to say, he stopped, instead just shaking his head. "Let's just say, he'll be wishing he was dead when I'm done with him."
"What did you say?" We spun around, watching Austen's angry expression as he advanced towards us. His hand was on his gun - which was now out of his pocket - as he stopped in front of us, revenge written all over his face. Noticing his expression, I attempted to step away, a feeling of worry washing over me, but it was too late.
Austen's hand snaked out, catching hold of my wrist and pulling me to him. Shane tried to stop him, but Austen's hand was already around my waist.
"You should learn to watch your tongue. I have the power. I have the control. Icould shoot Mitchie right now, and there'd be no way you could stop me. Guard your mouth, because there's nothing stopping me from shooting her right now." I froze, swallowing harshly, staring at Shane and trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Shane replied, his tone begging, "Look, I'm sorry, please don't hurt her. She didn't say anything, I did. Punish me - leave Mitch alone."
"Wow, you're such a hero." Austen snarled, his eyes narrowing. "Watch your back - because you never know what'll hit you until it's too late. Now get in the van." He snarled, finally releasing me and shoving me forwards into Shane, almost sending us both off balance. Shane caught me, his arms wrapping protectively around me, and without another word we climbed into the van.