Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Angie. They belong to James Cameron and that Egg guy.
Authors Note: Hey people. Sorry it took so long but I have finals on and I just haven't had time to update. As always, read and review if anyone has any suggestion throw those in too.
A Different World
Chapter 12
"So how did a genetically engineered killing machine become a faithful Christian?" Angie asked Ben gesturing to his necklace.
"I'm not." He answered simply.
"So, what? You like it because it's pretty?" She asked with a smirk.
"Yep. Exactly right." He replied. After a minutes contemplation he finally asked, "Do you believe in her?"
"Yeah. I guess." She said unsure.
"Are you Catholic?" He asked again.
"No I'm not. Why?" She said a little wary of the change in his demeanor since the conversation started.
"I was just curious. So why do you believe in her then?"
"Because she exists in my religion too." She answered simply.
"And what religion would that be?" He inquired genuinely interested.
"I'm Muslim, pretty much non practicing though." She said barely above a whisper.
"That's interesting." Ben remarked.
"Why is that interesting?"
"No reason in particular. What nationality are you?" He probed further.
"My mother was Lebanese. She told me that my father is Puerto Rican although I've never met him." She responded nonchalantly.
"Where's your mother now?"
"Dead." She replied sadly.
"So we're both parentless." He observed.
"Looks like it."
They sat studying each other for a few a minutes before anyone spoke another word. Ben was surprised to find that she didn't seem intimidated by his penetrating gaze and returned it in full fury instead. He had never met anyone like her before and he was reeling, a little angered by her stare and also very curious about her- not to mention attracted. He was annoyed to find himself breaking the silence first. "So what's your sad story then?"
"My mom's dead. What more is there than that?" She said icily.
"No. There's much more to it than that. I can see it."
Angie's face softened and she smiled. "My story is a little long to tell."
"We have all afternoon."
"How about we don't talk about it now." She said her glare returning.
"Why not?" He asked getting agitated himself.
"Because we all have our sad stories, some more than others, but nonetheless we all have them, and going through the list right now of the shitty things that have happened in my fucked up little life with a strange guy that I've only known a couple of hours just doesn't seem all that appealing to me. So just drop it."
Ben stared at her with half a grin, obviously amused by her outburst. "You said all that without even taking a breath. I'm impressed."
"I'm outta here." She said picking up her jacket and throwing a few bills on the table.
He stared at her retreating figure and smiled. 'She certainly is going to be a challenge', he thought himself.
Crash
Max and Alec entered the club and scanned the room for their friends. Original Cindy, Kendra, Herbal and Sketchy were all seated at their usual table. They made their way to the table and sat down, introducing Alec to Sketchy and Herbal at the same time.
After a few minutes of idle chit chat Max left for the bar to get another pitcher of beer. Looking across the room she saw Angie stalking her way in. She looked ready for a fight and Max really didn't feel up to it. She surprised Max by heading in the opposite direction of their table and out toward the back of the club. Curiosity got the better of Max so she decided to follow her to see what was up. As she approached the back of Crash she caught a glimpse of Angie standing with a tall black man. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out something. Enhancing her sight Max saw that it was a small plastic bag filled with a white substance. Angie then reached into her pocket, pulled out a wad of cash and exchanged it for the plastic bag. She continued to talk to the man a moment longer before bumping fists with him and heading to their table. Max headed back to the bar to get the beer then also made her way to their table and settled in her seat next to Alec.
"What took so long, Maxie? You get lost on the way?" Sketchy asked humorously.
Max looked at Angie before replying. "Nah. Busy night." She smiled at Angie and Angie smiled back. "Wassup?" Max asked her.
"Nothin much. Had lunch with your bro this afternoon." She said fiddling with a napkin on the table.
"Yeah? How was it?"
"Let's just say the boy has issues." Angie replied before finishing more to herself than anyone. "But then again who doesn't."
Max wanted to confront her about what she had seen but not in front of everyone else. She was also worried about her mental stability since her outburst a few days ago. Her condition didn't help and she often lapsed into depression after events like that and if she was back to chasing the dragon then Max didn't stand a chance in hell to help her out of it. She couldn't understand how someone as sweet as Angie most of the time could be so self destructive. Yeah, she'd been through almost as much shit as Max herself but if she could make it through it so could Angie. If she really wanted to. Max's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Alec's voice. "Huh?"
He laughed and shook his head. "I was just asking if you wanted to dance."
"Sure." She said leading the way to the dance floor with Alec in tow. Glancing back to the table she saw Angie get up and leave through the front entrance. 'I'll just have to catch up with her tomorrow.' She thought to herself.
Outside Crash
Angie stepped out into the cold night air and lit up a cigarette. She pulled her leather jacket tighter around her as she walked down the street. Ben watched her from a distance and started on the same route, Angie completely unaware of the presence following her. Keeping himself unseen and unheard they both made their way toward her apartment.
Authors Note: Hey people. Sorry it took so long but I have finals on and I just haven't had time to update. As always, read and review if anyone has any suggestion throw those in too.
A Different World
Chapter 12
"So how did a genetically engineered killing machine become a faithful Christian?" Angie asked Ben gesturing to his necklace.
"I'm not." He answered simply.
"So, what? You like it because it's pretty?" She asked with a smirk.
"Yep. Exactly right." He replied. After a minutes contemplation he finally asked, "Do you believe in her?"
"Yeah. I guess." She said unsure.
"Are you Catholic?" He asked again.
"No I'm not. Why?" She said a little wary of the change in his demeanor since the conversation started.
"I was just curious. So why do you believe in her then?"
"Because she exists in my religion too." She answered simply.
"And what religion would that be?" He inquired genuinely interested.
"I'm Muslim, pretty much non practicing though." She said barely above a whisper.
"That's interesting." Ben remarked.
"Why is that interesting?"
"No reason in particular. What nationality are you?" He probed further.
"My mother was Lebanese. She told me that my father is Puerto Rican although I've never met him." She responded nonchalantly.
"Where's your mother now?"
"Dead." She replied sadly.
"So we're both parentless." He observed.
"Looks like it."
They sat studying each other for a few a minutes before anyone spoke another word. Ben was surprised to find that she didn't seem intimidated by his penetrating gaze and returned it in full fury instead. He had never met anyone like her before and he was reeling, a little angered by her stare and also very curious about her- not to mention attracted. He was annoyed to find himself breaking the silence first. "So what's your sad story then?"
"My mom's dead. What more is there than that?" She said icily.
"No. There's much more to it than that. I can see it."
Angie's face softened and she smiled. "My story is a little long to tell."
"We have all afternoon."
"How about we don't talk about it now." She said her glare returning.
"Why not?" He asked getting agitated himself.
"Because we all have our sad stories, some more than others, but nonetheless we all have them, and going through the list right now of the shitty things that have happened in my fucked up little life with a strange guy that I've only known a couple of hours just doesn't seem all that appealing to me. So just drop it."
Ben stared at her with half a grin, obviously amused by her outburst. "You said all that without even taking a breath. I'm impressed."
"I'm outta here." She said picking up her jacket and throwing a few bills on the table.
He stared at her retreating figure and smiled. 'She certainly is going to be a challenge', he thought himself.
Crash
Max and Alec entered the club and scanned the room for their friends. Original Cindy, Kendra, Herbal and Sketchy were all seated at their usual table. They made their way to the table and sat down, introducing Alec to Sketchy and Herbal at the same time.
After a few minutes of idle chit chat Max left for the bar to get another pitcher of beer. Looking across the room she saw Angie stalking her way in. She looked ready for a fight and Max really didn't feel up to it. She surprised Max by heading in the opposite direction of their table and out toward the back of the club. Curiosity got the better of Max so she decided to follow her to see what was up. As she approached the back of Crash she caught a glimpse of Angie standing with a tall black man. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out something. Enhancing her sight Max saw that it was a small plastic bag filled with a white substance. Angie then reached into her pocket, pulled out a wad of cash and exchanged it for the plastic bag. She continued to talk to the man a moment longer before bumping fists with him and heading to their table. Max headed back to the bar to get the beer then also made her way to their table and settled in her seat next to Alec.
"What took so long, Maxie? You get lost on the way?" Sketchy asked humorously.
Max looked at Angie before replying. "Nah. Busy night." She smiled at Angie and Angie smiled back. "Wassup?" Max asked her.
"Nothin much. Had lunch with your bro this afternoon." She said fiddling with a napkin on the table.
"Yeah? How was it?"
"Let's just say the boy has issues." Angie replied before finishing more to herself than anyone. "But then again who doesn't."
Max wanted to confront her about what she had seen but not in front of everyone else. She was also worried about her mental stability since her outburst a few days ago. Her condition didn't help and she often lapsed into depression after events like that and if she was back to chasing the dragon then Max didn't stand a chance in hell to help her out of it. She couldn't understand how someone as sweet as Angie most of the time could be so self destructive. Yeah, she'd been through almost as much shit as Max herself but if she could make it through it so could Angie. If she really wanted to. Max's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Alec's voice. "Huh?"
He laughed and shook his head. "I was just asking if you wanted to dance."
"Sure." She said leading the way to the dance floor with Alec in tow. Glancing back to the table she saw Angie get up and leave through the front entrance. 'I'll just have to catch up with her tomorrow.' She thought to herself.
Outside Crash
Angie stepped out into the cold night air and lit up a cigarette. She pulled her leather jacket tighter around her as she walked down the street. Ben watched her from a distance and started on the same route, Angie completely unaware of the presence following her. Keeping himself unseen and unheard they both made their way toward her apartment.