He we go, continuing on with Brooke's crazy adventure. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4

Paul's Pov

Brooke? Brooke! She's here! I smiled, and we slowly came to a stop by the railing. Marko scoffed.

"Well where else do you think she would be?" he asked, getting off his ride.

"Wait." Dwayne said. "Is this the girl you've been thinking about all night?" Did everyone know?

"Yes." David sighed as he lit up a cigarette. They all turned to her. She was heading towards the parking lot. "You know, you need to get a hold of your thoughts; they're giving me a headache." Marko laughed.

"Paul? You can't teach him! He's like a dog that will never learn."

"What is the big deal about this girl? Who is she?" David asked, clearly agitated.

"Paul's new interest." Marko scoffed, wagging his brows.

"Eh, shut up." I glared.

"She's not just an interest." Dwayne acknowledged.

"What do you mean?"

"If she was just and interest," Dwayne pointed out, "he would have had her in bed, and she would be drained." I went stiff, as well as Marko and David. A moment later, Marko was cracking up, and even David chuckled.

"What's so funny?" I asked stiffly. This only caused the guys to get louder with their laughing. A few menacing glared quieted them down, before David cleared his throat.

"You're pretty funny Paul. Dwayne's right, if she were a quick thing; she would be dead by now. Heck, you wouldn't even remember her name. Something's off. What is it?" he asked, staring me down. And let me tell you, even after all these years, that look still gets to me. Before I had the chance to respond, Marko spoke up.

"When we first came to town, we killed her parents." David's face was blank, only moments before he snapped to us.

"How would you know that you killed her parents?" Marko and I looked to each other before I nodded slightly.

"We met her yesterday, and she seemed…different." I told carefully. "We decided to…investigate."

"You mean snoop." Dwayne corrected. Together, Marko and I grinned. David merely rolled his eyes, lighting up a cigarette.

"Look, I don't see why you care if you killed her parents or not. It shouldn't matter." David whispered flatly. I only shrugged my shoulders. This little gesture sure seemed to get his attention. Cocking his head my way, he raised a brow.

"Not a word to say Paul? Well, something's up; maybe we should see why Paul's acting this way. I think it's time we meet this Brooke. What do you think Dwayne?" he asked, throwing the cigarette to the ground.

"Why not." And with that, they revved their engines, and quickly took off.

"Crap." I muttered.

"Hey, man. She knows us, let's get to her before they do. You know David can be a little…intimidating." Marko said with a grin. Nodding, I too revved my engine, taking to the parking lot, Marko hot on my trail.

Brooke's Pov

I hate parking lots.

Not to mention that I parked in the back and that it's nighttime. Great job Brooke; real swell. The cat-calls and hoots of laughter from passerbies didn't help. Then, just as I came in range or seeing my car, a hundred feet away, I heard the familiar roar of motorcycles.

"Woah, coincidence seeing you around here Brooke." Paul called out with a smile on his face. Marko laughed as they pulled up in front of me.

"You know, it's not nice to follow people. It's actually starting to creep me out." Marko mocked.

"Anyway," Paul said, "how about that ride now?" he said, patting the seat behind him. I had to hold back rolling my eyes.

"I have a ride." I said, pointing to the truck.

"Come on live a little." Came another voice. Turning, I saw two more guys on motorcycles. The one who spoke, a shady character, had a peroxide blonde mullet. He spoke with an edge, and edge that could even freak out the bravest of guys.

The other was silent, observant. His dark hair was longer than mine, fanning out around his face. His eyes were dark, cautious.

"Hey Brooke," Paul sighed, "this is-"

"David." The blonde said, cutting his engine. "And this," he said glancing to the other, "is Dwayne."

"They're friends." Paul said.

"More like family." Marko smiled.

"Good to know." I said, turning.

"Where are you going?" David asked. It sounded more like a challenge.

"Why do you care?" I asked stiffly. He shrugged. This guy needs to leave me alone. With that I turned on my heel and walked over to the truck. About five feet away I stopped abruptly. Taylor was in the truck, but she wasn't alone. Colin was all over her in a make out fest. Taylor saw me and shooed me away with her hand. Well this is just great. How the heck did she even get here? Colin. Simple. But how did they find the truck? This was too crazy. How am I going to get home now? Kick them out? I was deep in thought, and probably jumped a foot in the air when I heard someone whisper to me; right next to my ear.

"So, how about that ride?" It was Paul. Great, just my luck.

"I can walk."

"Come on." He fake whined. "Have a little fun, it sure look like she is." He said pointing to Taylor. I stood there for a second. Should I? No way!

"Come on." He said again. "We don't have to have that kind of fun." He smiled, pointing back to the truck. I innerly groaned.

"Why not." I said after a moment. But the words weren't happy or cheerful, but instead dripping with sarcasm. He either didn't notice, or chose to ignore it, and grabbed my hand, taking me back to his bike.

"Change of heart Brooke?" David asked as we approached.

"More like change of luck." I murmured.

"Well, come on." Paul said, dragging me over to his parked bike. He hopped on simply, gracefully and offered a hand once he was on. With hesitation I took his hand and he pulled me on.

"Better hold on." He whispered.

"To what?" I questioned. He rolled his eyes and started the engine. In an instant we were going, and fast too. Shaken up, I wrapped my arms around him, practically clinging for dear life. This got a small chuckle to rise out of him.

There others were hollering and laughing with joy. Making it out of the parking lot, we didn't continue on the road, but Paul quickly turned, and we were on the sandy beach. Before I knew it I was smiling as the guys swerved in and out of each other and jumped hills.

"Having fun yet?" Paul yelled back to me.

"Yeah." I laughed.

Soon the lights from the boardwalk were but a blur, and I could barely see. It was dark, yes, and the only thing lighting the way was the moon. We were out in the middle of nowhere.

"Paul, where are we going?"

"You'll see!" he smiled, and sped up.

The ride was over quicker than I anticipated, and we stopped at the top of a bluff.

"Where are we you guys?" I asked.

"Welcome to Hudson's." I heard of Hudson's bluff when I was younger; and nothing good too. I would hear the kids say that there were ghosts that would hide until some people stopped by, and then they would attack, claiming it to be their bluff. Or, I heard that people jumped off, trying to kill themselves, and that their corpses drowned anyone who dared to come by. Old stories, but man, they scared the life out of me when I was younger.

"Why are we here?" my voice quavered at the end.

"Come on, I'll show you." Paul said, taking my hand and leading me off the bike. We walked out more towards the edge. Great! He's going to push me off. Smart move Brooke. But as we walked, I saw the silhouette of stairs, and I was being led over to them.

"Last one down's a rotten egg!" Marko called running past me. Paul stuck out his foot, and soon Marko was sprawled out on the ground. The others laughed, I even smiled.

"I'll get you back!" Marko laughed.

"That's only saying that you can catch me!" Paul taunted. Paul's grip slightly tightened on my hand and he ran. Mostly, I was pulled along down the many stairs, but he finally slowed down when we touched solid ground. Now we were merely walking.

"Think he caught up?" Paul asked.

"Boo!" Marko called out from behind me, and he tackled Paul to the ground.

"You act like five year olds." Dwayne said, shaking his head. That was the first time he's really talked. It was calm, unlike the others. After the little brawl, Paul stood up, and once again took my hand.

"It gets pretty dark here." He shrugged at my confused look. We started walking once again, and he was right, it was dark. Leading the way, I could hear the scuffle of the others' shoes behind us. Going down some rugged stairs we came to an opening. I stood there in awe.

"Were are we?" I asked again. David smirked.

"Welcome to our home."

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