Chapter three

"If I'm gonna smack some one,

I ain't gonna slap em I'm gonna knock their teeth out!"

The last rays of the dying sun where finally over powered by the boisterous night, and half the world became cloaked in darkness once more. Chris jumped off Sahara's bed which he had occupied for the better half of the day and flicked on the light.

Sahara, who decided it, had been too hot was now in her famous knickers and Singlet outfit and pranced around, sporting crimson lipstick which she had stolen from her older sister Audrey, while Gordie sang rather off key the Beatles song "Yesterday".

All that could've been seen of Teddy was his finger tips as he had, had a rather heated argument with Chris as to how long he could hang out the window for, so far he had been hanging for 2 minutes and 15 seconds, and everyone was relishing the peace and quiet. Vern sat in the corner of Sahara's bedroom flicking through one of her old magazines, and trying to ignore every ones chuckles at his red lipstick line which traveled from his fore head all the way down to his collar bone.

"Duchamp, you tiring yet, 'member you got two bucks riding on this!" Chris called.

"Go screw………" the rest was muffled as a car tore past, unusual for this part of town.

"Duchamp, get your fat ass back inside, if my ma gets home and sees you, your ass is grass!" Sahara called, rolling off the bed and sticking her head out the window. Teddy, slightly red in the face only grinned back at her "hey Sack I can see your tits when you lean out like that!" he screeched with laughter.

"What tits!" came Gordie, smiling good naturedly at Sahara.

"O heck no, LaChance, I know you didn't just insult my boobs!" Sahara warned, arching and eyebrow and placing a hand her voluptuous hips.

"I think I did Berkinshire." Gordie cried.

"Come on, put your dukes up, hit me with your best shot!" he laughed, jumping up and down wildly.

"Oh its own, LaChance, prepare to taste fake wooden floors!" Sahara laughed putting up her fists.

"So they are fake I always that so" came Vern behind the magazine.

"VernO!" Chris chuckled.

"Die, LaChance!" Sahara hollered throwing herself forward.

"You're going down Sack!" Gordie roared meeting her head on, both fell with a thud onto the floor.

"What the hells going on!" called Teddy.

"Nothing, just a cock fight!" Chris erupted with laughter, as Gordie was successfully pinned down.

"Do ya give?" asked Sahara.

"Never!"

"I'll spit on you" she warned.

"Na, don't care!"

"Fine!" she made a very convincing 'hoiking' noise.

"Ok, Ok I give, I give!" Gordie screamed with laughter, wriggling like a stranded fish on land. "Jes Sack, I'd hate to be your lover" Gordie joked, punching her lovingly in the arm.

A car screamed past again, this time coming to a halt near by.

Chris looked at Sahara, "what's up with your street tonight, sack?" he said walking to the window and looking out, "Jesus Teddy you tired yet?" sighed Chris.

"Chambers, for two bucks I'll never be tired!" he said, though it was slightly muffled.

Chris looked past Teddy, his periwinkle blue eyes furrowing. "Hey, Sack your Ma isn't in a red pick up is she?"

Sahara wrinkled her nose, "Nah, she won't be back for ages any ways, why?"

"There's a car just sitting outside your house, and its lights are off" Chris pulled his head back inside.

"Weird" Sahara walked over to meet him and stuck her head out the window too.

"Oh for fudge sake get back inside Duchamp, or I'll make you!" she cried, grabbing his fore arms forcefully and with help from Chris pulling the bedraggled and rather angry Teddy back indoors.

"You still owe me!" he growled, and slouched off into the bathroom, slamming the door in his wake. By this time, Vern and Gordie joined the pair at the open window, all perplexed at the car, which was just sitting there seemingly waiting for something.

A knock resounded through the house, Vern jumped smacking his head rather painfully on the window's edge, "Jesus" Vern cried rubbing the crown of his head. The knock came again, this time faster and louder.

The group looked at one another, none moving. "Is some one going to get the door!" yelled Teddy from the bath room.

"I'll get it, Sack you stay here, with Vern!" Chris said looking at her, Chris wasn't one to be sentimental but Sack meant the very world to him and he wouldn't risk her safety for anything, he knew it sounded stupid, what's the worst that could happen it was only some one at the door, but he felt it was his duty as Sahara's closest friend to protect her at any cost.

"Hey why do I have to stay here?" Vern and Sahara chorused, both filled with indignant annoyance. The knock came again. "Some one get the freaking door!" roared Teddy.

"Shut it Teddy!" they all yelled back.

"I'm coming it's my house you know!" she said, folding her arms.

"Me too guys, sincerely!"

"Oh guys c'mon we'll all go, but whoever it is we're not helping things by just standing here and letting them wait outside in the cold." Gordie whispered.

"Gordie, why are you whispering?" Sahara laughed.

"I duno, it sounds better, more scaring!" he laughed his eyes wrinkling up.

"C'mon then lets see who this mystery person is" Sahara sighed, brushing past Chris and making her way down the stairs "Oi Chris don't trip on your way down" she joked disappearing around the bend.

Chris, Gordie, and Vern followed. The knock thundered once more this time very loud and very urgent. "Yeh, yeh I'm coming hold your horses!" Sahara screamed.

"Sack wait let me answer it" Chris said, hurrying past her to reach the door knob.

"Chambers this is my house and…."

"Sack, you're in your knickers" Chris butted in smirking, as Sahara looked down just to make doubly sure.

Growling slightly she moaned, "Fine, I'll be right back, Gordie look after him for me see he doesn't let some axe murderer in!"

Sahara cantered off into her sister's room, smiling at how good she felt, how good they made her feel. She rummaged round for a few more seconds and found some of her shorts which her sister must have stolen a few weeks ago for gym class.

Walking out of the room, she heard slightly raised voices and felt a little bit uneasy, coming into the entrance hall she saw a tall teenaged girl, pretty but in a slutty way, yelling heatedly at Chris, who stood broad shouldered with defiance.

"Get your good for nothing piece of shit ass home now Chambers. Me and EyeBall wanna catch a flick and we can't if we have to look after the little shits for the night!" the girl raised her arms in the air, as if this primal gesture might scare Chris.

"No, Sandy I'm staying here, I'm always with them, for once EyeBall can be the big brother and look after them!" Chris cried, staring unrelenting into the girls heavily lined eyes.

Sandy raised the back of her hand getting ready to smack Chris one, "I warn you boy get home now or so help me god!" she roared. Vern and Gordie stood stock still rather taken aback as to how fast the situation had escalated.

"Hey, Hey!" Sahara screamed, running into try and keep the peace, a job that was usually given to Chris.

"Who's this little whore, your Friday night gang band huh Chambers!" Sandy smirked, lowering her hand a tiny bit.

"Hey lady" Sahara was fuming "You better get the hell outta my house right now or by god I'll make you!" Sahara stepped forward extending a finger to prod Sandy's chest.

"Oh I'll go, as long as Chris does" she replied.

"I'm…." Chris began to retort.

"He's not going any where with you lady!" Sahara finished. "I've warned you once I'll do it once more get out of my house or I'll smack you one, and if I'm gonna smack some one I ain't gonna slap em, I'm gonna knock their teeth out." Gordie smirked with amusement, there was Sahara saving the day again, their own wonder woman.

Sandy eyed Sahara up, who was a great deal taller then her, Sahara was also bigger in stature and as she clicked her knuckled seemed far more menacing.

"Fine!" Sandy cried.

"Thank you" Sahara smirked "The doors that way, don't forget to shut it on your way out."

"Don't worry I won't." Sandy smiled baring her pearly whites. Satisfied Sahara turned to leave. " I wouldn't want to stay in this house for long not after what her whore of a mother did" Sandy laughed, a laugh that was bitter cruel and spiteful. Chris threw Sahara a pained look as she turned around, teeth gritted to face the laughing form of Sandy.

"What did you say about my mother?" Sahara howled eyes filled with rage and hateful passion, she ploughed her way forward, Sandy cringed with regret. Sahara didn't remember how it happened or if she even thought about it but in a master of seconds her hand was cocked, her fist clenched and her hand was sailing through the air stopping only when it meet warm, pulsating flesh. Sandy gave a soft moan as she fell backwards from the force of the punch, landing on her bum.

"Oh my god you smacked her one Sack!" Gordie laughed, feeling very proud of her.

"Oh shit guys she bleeding!" Vern cried pointing over to Sandy who was cupping her mouth as she spat out thick rivets of blood, and a thing that resembled a front tooth.

Chris stood wide eyed, looking from Sahara to Sandy, not knowing whether to laugh out of admiration or scream out of frustration, he was going to get a beating from Eyeball for this one there was no doubt.

Sahara looked about 10 feet tall from where Sandy was sitting groaning melodramatically. Sahara rubbed her raw fist with satisfaction "Now get out of my house you low life pile of shit!"

Hey guys hope you liked that chapter and thanks for reviewing.

Dark Celeste, I can't wait till you write another chapter I'm really looking forward to it. I just finished watching 'Little Nikita' and my god did River not only look so hot, but his acting was so good and amusing. Watching it has really given me inspiration.

Thanks guys

Bex