Chapter 3
Money is important. Around here we save it for important things. Drive-in movies are not important, but the hole under the fence around the drive-in is. We don't use our money for the movies. We use it for important things...like chocolate cake.
Behind where all the cars park there are rows of seats for people who don't have cars sit. Jack had taken the car with Sparrow, so Blink, Crutchy, Baby, Milkshake and I sat back there. When Spot met us a few minutes later the movie had started, and he looked a little sloshed.
"Hey guys," he shouted cheerily, "any a you want some popcorn. I'm buying."
"Sure," I said and so did Crutchy.
While he was gone Kid Blink and Milkshake got up, "Hey guys," they smiled, "Race, we are going to head back to your house. So we'll see you there later."
Me and Crutchy smiled, we knew what they were up to. "Yea, cool. Just don't go in my bed...I mean room," I laughed. Blink smacked me on the back of my head, but he smiled anyway. They left.
Then three girls came up and sat in the row in front of us. They had on long skirts and sweaters. Automatically, I knew they were from the East Side. I could feel Baby tense; her skirt had a big tare in it. They seemed angry over something. Or at least the tall one with blonde hair and the one with a ponytail of dark hair did. The third, with long, curly, black hair was laughing. I ignored the movie and listened to them.
"You know, Kaya, it really gets me mad," said the blonde one forcefully, "they told us they wouldn't drink on dates any more. Pigs. And, Markayla, would you shut up. It's not funny."
"Oh, Kathleen, I don't think I've ever seen that look on your face though. And, come on, drunk boys will be drunk boys," the curly, black haired one tried to say, but fell into a wave of giggles.
"I don't like it when Skittery acts like that," said the third girl, a little more quite than the other two."
Spot came back then with the popcorn. He sat down and saw the girls. He turned to the three of us and whispered, "Oh, I see we got some company." Then he threw a piece of popcorn and it hit the blonde, Kathleen, right in the back of the head. She put her hand to the spot where it had hit. The one with the ponytail, Kaya, turned to see who had thrown it. When she saw us her mouth dropped open and she turned around. Me and Crutchy looked at each other. Then Spot threw another one.
It hit Kathleen again and this time they all turned around.
"What is your problem, Westie, can't you just leave us alone," she yelled.
"Well," said Spot, "I have a question."
"Oh and what might that be," she spat.
"I was just wondering if you were a true blonde?" he said. Me, Crutchy, and Baby knew where this was going.
"What?" she Kaya. They all looked a little confused.
"You know," Spot started to laugh slightly," if that blonde is real. Like, if that's the same color hair she has on her," he glanced down," eyebrows."
The black haired one laughed so hard she almost fell off her chair. Crutchy and I were doing our best to hide our smiles, and Baby was shifting uncomfortably. Kathleen was yelling at Spot as he cracked up. He smiled when he saw the one laughing girl.
"Hey," he spoke to her," What's your name?"
"Markayla," she said," but you can call me Minx."
"Well Minx, how would you like to come and get a drink with me?" Of course she said yes. I haven't seen a girl turn down Spot yet. They got up and left.
"I suppose you two are going to start on us now," snapped the blonde. I hadn't realized I was still staring at them.
"No," I said and looked up at the screen. Crutchy shook his head. They turned around.
A little while later Kaya turned around, "Hey can you three help us find our friend. We should be getting back to the guys we came with."
"Yea, come help us get Markayla," said Kathleen. She seemed to have cooled down a little.
"Yea, sure," said Crutchy. We followed them out of the rows. I took hold of Baby's hand.
We walked toward the food stand. They weren't there, but I hadn't expected them to be. Then further behind the stand I saw them.
"Look, there they are," pointed Baby.
As I had expected, they were making out. The blonde opened her mouth to shout out to them, but instead of her voice a deep voice shouted out, "Markayla!"
I turned around to see four East Side guys coming towards us. Better yet, the guys from the park. It's a small world after all. The tall one in the front was walking quickly toward Spot. He ripped them apart and punched Spot right in the nose. Spot lunged for him. I heard the girl shout something like, "Dave, leave him alone. I told you I'm not your girl."
But at that moment I remembered the other three guys. They looked at us and said, "What do you Westies think you are doing with our girls."
Crutchy started to explain, "We ain't doing nothing." But he barely got to finish. The one wearing glasses punched him square on the jaw then in the stomach. Crutchy fell to the ground holding his side. Then they started to kick him as he lay there.
I heard the two girls shout, "Skittery! Bumlets! Mush! Stop it! They weren't doing anything to us."
I pushed Baby to the side so she wouldn't get hurt. She fell to the ground in a daze. Then I went and pushed them all off Crutchy. Surprisingly it worked, but all turned to me this time. I punched the one nearest me, and he staggered back holding the side of his face. I was doing pretty well for a while till one came up and held me from behind.
He had me under my arms and I couldn't get free. Another one came up and started punching me. I could here Baby crying on the ground. Then it stopped suddenly and I felt to the ground. When I looked up Spot had come over and was fighting them. The girls and the one guy were gone. Soon a car came up right next to us all with all the girls in it and the guy, Dave, driving.
Spot and the three guys stopped fighting. The car doors opened and Kathleen and Kaya got out. The boys got in and they sat on their laps. Spot walked over to the driver's window. As he did I saw him pull his blade out of his pocket, no one else saw. I could have sworn he was going to stab the guy. I wouldn't put it past Spot. But he didn't.
He walked up, real close to the window, and said, "This ain't over." The guy nodded as if to say "you got that right". And they drove away, but they didn't get very far. The front tire went flat almost instantly. I saw the happy, laughing face on Spot and knew what had happened. He wasn't using the knife to stab the guy; he slashed their tire. The car door started to open. Spot ran to Crutchy who was still lying on the ground. He picked him up and ran.
"Come on, Race, Baby!" he shouted.
"Oh shit," I yelled as the guys got out of the car and started to run at me, "Get up, Baby."
I grabbed her hands and yanked her up. And we ran after Spot towards our house.
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Hey guys! Sorry I missed updating yesterday. I just like to keep my update as daily as possible. If I slack off it takes a lot for me to get back on track. As you can see from my other story, Family, which I haven't updated since... I don't know...forever. I need to get to that now that I think of it. Anyway, this chapter is a little shorter than my others. I'm just really tired and I have a bunch of homework I need to finish before the Friends Finale comes on. Man, I going to cry so much...what...um ...anyway. Oh yea, I won't be updating tomorrow. I'm going to see Mean Girls and then a sleep over. So yea I really need to go, so I don't have time for individual shout outs. Just want to say thanks so much for everyone who reads and reviews. Keep doing what you're doing! Sincerely, A Very Tired Author, Cat
Money is important. Around here we save it for important things. Drive-in movies are not important, but the hole under the fence around the drive-in is. We don't use our money for the movies. We use it for important things...like chocolate cake.
Behind where all the cars park there are rows of seats for people who don't have cars sit. Jack had taken the car with Sparrow, so Blink, Crutchy, Baby, Milkshake and I sat back there. When Spot met us a few minutes later the movie had started, and he looked a little sloshed.
"Hey guys," he shouted cheerily, "any a you want some popcorn. I'm buying."
"Sure," I said and so did Crutchy.
While he was gone Kid Blink and Milkshake got up, "Hey guys," they smiled, "Race, we are going to head back to your house. So we'll see you there later."
Me and Crutchy smiled, we knew what they were up to. "Yea, cool. Just don't go in my bed...I mean room," I laughed. Blink smacked me on the back of my head, but he smiled anyway. They left.
Then three girls came up and sat in the row in front of us. They had on long skirts and sweaters. Automatically, I knew they were from the East Side. I could feel Baby tense; her skirt had a big tare in it. They seemed angry over something. Or at least the tall one with blonde hair and the one with a ponytail of dark hair did. The third, with long, curly, black hair was laughing. I ignored the movie and listened to them.
"You know, Kaya, it really gets me mad," said the blonde one forcefully, "they told us they wouldn't drink on dates any more. Pigs. And, Markayla, would you shut up. It's not funny."
"Oh, Kathleen, I don't think I've ever seen that look on your face though. And, come on, drunk boys will be drunk boys," the curly, black haired one tried to say, but fell into a wave of giggles.
"I don't like it when Skittery acts like that," said the third girl, a little more quite than the other two."
Spot came back then with the popcorn. He sat down and saw the girls. He turned to the three of us and whispered, "Oh, I see we got some company." Then he threw a piece of popcorn and it hit the blonde, Kathleen, right in the back of the head. She put her hand to the spot where it had hit. The one with the ponytail, Kaya, turned to see who had thrown it. When she saw us her mouth dropped open and she turned around. Me and Crutchy looked at each other. Then Spot threw another one.
It hit Kathleen again and this time they all turned around.
"What is your problem, Westie, can't you just leave us alone," she yelled.
"Well," said Spot, "I have a question."
"Oh and what might that be," she spat.
"I was just wondering if you were a true blonde?" he said. Me, Crutchy, and Baby knew where this was going.
"What?" she Kaya. They all looked a little confused.
"You know," Spot started to laugh slightly," if that blonde is real. Like, if that's the same color hair she has on her," he glanced down," eyebrows."
The black haired one laughed so hard she almost fell off her chair. Crutchy and I were doing our best to hide our smiles, and Baby was shifting uncomfortably. Kathleen was yelling at Spot as he cracked up. He smiled when he saw the one laughing girl.
"Hey," he spoke to her," What's your name?"
"Markayla," she said," but you can call me Minx."
"Well Minx, how would you like to come and get a drink with me?" Of course she said yes. I haven't seen a girl turn down Spot yet. They got up and left.
"I suppose you two are going to start on us now," snapped the blonde. I hadn't realized I was still staring at them.
"No," I said and looked up at the screen. Crutchy shook his head. They turned around.
A little while later Kaya turned around, "Hey can you three help us find our friend. We should be getting back to the guys we came with."
"Yea, come help us get Markayla," said Kathleen. She seemed to have cooled down a little.
"Yea, sure," said Crutchy. We followed them out of the rows. I took hold of Baby's hand.
We walked toward the food stand. They weren't there, but I hadn't expected them to be. Then further behind the stand I saw them.
"Look, there they are," pointed Baby.
As I had expected, they were making out. The blonde opened her mouth to shout out to them, but instead of her voice a deep voice shouted out, "Markayla!"
I turned around to see four East Side guys coming towards us. Better yet, the guys from the park. It's a small world after all. The tall one in the front was walking quickly toward Spot. He ripped them apart and punched Spot right in the nose. Spot lunged for him. I heard the girl shout something like, "Dave, leave him alone. I told you I'm not your girl."
But at that moment I remembered the other three guys. They looked at us and said, "What do you Westies think you are doing with our girls."
Crutchy started to explain, "We ain't doing nothing." But he barely got to finish. The one wearing glasses punched him square on the jaw then in the stomach. Crutchy fell to the ground holding his side. Then they started to kick him as he lay there.
I heard the two girls shout, "Skittery! Bumlets! Mush! Stop it! They weren't doing anything to us."
I pushed Baby to the side so she wouldn't get hurt. She fell to the ground in a daze. Then I went and pushed them all off Crutchy. Surprisingly it worked, but all turned to me this time. I punched the one nearest me, and he staggered back holding the side of his face. I was doing pretty well for a while till one came up and held me from behind.
He had me under my arms and I couldn't get free. Another one came up and started punching me. I could here Baby crying on the ground. Then it stopped suddenly and I felt to the ground. When I looked up Spot had come over and was fighting them. The girls and the one guy were gone. Soon a car came up right next to us all with all the girls in it and the guy, Dave, driving.
Spot and the three guys stopped fighting. The car doors opened and Kathleen and Kaya got out. The boys got in and they sat on their laps. Spot walked over to the driver's window. As he did I saw him pull his blade out of his pocket, no one else saw. I could have sworn he was going to stab the guy. I wouldn't put it past Spot. But he didn't.
He walked up, real close to the window, and said, "This ain't over." The guy nodded as if to say "you got that right". And they drove away, but they didn't get very far. The front tire went flat almost instantly. I saw the happy, laughing face on Spot and knew what had happened. He wasn't using the knife to stab the guy; he slashed their tire. The car door started to open. Spot ran to Crutchy who was still lying on the ground. He picked him up and ran.
"Come on, Race, Baby!" he shouted.
"Oh shit," I yelled as the guys got out of the car and started to run at me, "Get up, Baby."
I grabbed her hands and yanked her up. And we ran after Spot towards our house.
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Hey guys! Sorry I missed updating yesterday. I just like to keep my update as daily as possible. If I slack off it takes a lot for me to get back on track. As you can see from my other story, Family, which I haven't updated since... I don't know...forever. I need to get to that now that I think of it. Anyway, this chapter is a little shorter than my others. I'm just really tired and I have a bunch of homework I need to finish before the Friends Finale comes on. Man, I going to cry so much...what...um ...anyway. Oh yea, I won't be updating tomorrow. I'm going to see Mean Girls and then a sleep over. So yea I really need to go, so I don't have time for individual shout outs. Just want to say thanks so much for everyone who reads and reviews. Keep doing what you're doing! Sincerely, A Very Tired Author, Cat