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Because of the lack of light, it takes me a couple of minutes to navigate my way to the train tracks. I let my hair out of its bun and pull my hood far over my head. I'm hoping the alcohol and low light will prevent anyone from identifying me, but it doesn't hurt.

I walk past the fast few teens trying my hardest not to stumble and make a fool of myself. The girls are dressed fiercely and many of them have facial piercings. They are intimidating and my leggings and hoodie are seriously below the dress code.

I make my way to the group of guys. There are four of them, the same group from the cafeteria, I can already tell I don't really like them. The one who first yelled out to me is tall with dark and shiny hair, his name is peter, he's in my science class. Only one word can really describe him, jerk. He's always flowed by Drew and Al, who are standing very out of place next to him.

Disconnected from the circle was Eric, he stands with purpose as if even if he was alone he would look perfectly in place. His face is pierced in so many places its hard to count them, I wonder how he gets past the school dress code. His smile looks wicked, like it was cut into his face with a knife. He stands with his head tiled up, showing dominance, and smiles wickedly down at me. He has a strange beauty in his darkness. "Are you just going to stare at me? Or are we going to drink?" I ask. I'm seriously starting to wonder if I have a split personality.

Peter pipes up "Who exactly are you?"

"That" I begin "Is not really your problem" I mockingly smirk as I walk right past him and through the group to Eric. I take the bottle out of his hand. "Thanks for the drink" I look up under my hood making eye contact and casting a smirk. My heart is racing a thousand miles an hour.

From his reaction I'm not sure if he's going to kill me, or just… kill me. A vain tenses along the side of his left temple and he grits his teeth. I don't think he likes how I've invaded his personal space or challenged him. I take a sip of the beer and make a move to walk right past him.

His left hand reaches out to grab me by my upper arm. I half-heartedly pull against him but he pulls me close, almost violently, and whispers with a hint of anger "Careful".

I turn to face him "Ooo was that a threat" I wave my free hand like a fan over my face satiristicly pretending to be flushed. "I didn't know we were at that level yet". I pull myself free and walk past him towards the fire.

I feel like I'm about to faint. "Classy" I mutter at the 'bonfire' built in an oil drum. I let the heat warm my skin. Besides from the group of guys there are a couple people pashing on and a few drunk beyond belief. There is one other hiding under the overpass in the shadows. I let out a deep breath and headed over to him.

He's lent against the wall, eyes closed, the light was low but I could almost instantly tell who it was. "The point was for you to come find me, not for me to find you." He slowly opened his eyes and softly smiles.

"First the amusement park now here. Do you have an obsession with private property?" he teases, keeping his relaxed lean on the wall.

"Ha" I laugh "I could ask you the same thing". I walk a few steps closer, the lighting is slightly better than the park but his face is still masked by shadows. I feel a electricity, a buzz the same as the park.

He smiles at my response and pauses to let the moment happen. "I didn't really think this would be your scene" he gestures behind me to the rowdy teens.

"What, underage drinking and stale conversation" I sarcastically quip.

"I though you were real-er" He says in all seriousness.

"Realer?" I question.

He pushes off the wall and steps closer to me "Yeah, you know, the crave for speed, heights, adrenaline, strength, fearlessness". His eyes are firmly fixed on mine.

I suck in a deep breath I can't help but feel a tiny bit judged. "Ohhh" I say acting dumb "Fearless? Is that what you we're when you hid from the security guard" I wear a cheeky smirk as I pick on him.

He smiles along with me "I'm fearless, not an idiot".

"It's a fine line" I mock. "So?" I ask "Why are you hiding in the shadows?"

"Your hiding under that hood" He takes another step closer.

I'm far enough away from the others to risk not being seen and I know he doesn't go to my school, trust me, I would remember. I push my hood backwards and flatten down my hair. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I see you met Eric" he said once more gesturing out to the 'party'.

I smile to myself remembering our conversation "Yeah I think its safe to say he doesn't like me".

"Really! Eric not liking someone?" he says sarcastically, obviously knowing how much of a wat rag Eric is. "What did you do?" he questions.

I raise the beer bottle to my lips and take a small sip. When I lower it, I make eye contact, shake the bottle and say "I stole his beer".

"You" he begins walking closer and maintaining eye contact "have a death wish". He's very close now I can almost feel the heat coming off of his body.

"Maybe" I tease "you'll just have to protect me".