Phew! Finally more time that Brooke has with the guys. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10

Paul's Pov

So here I am, laughing and hollering my ass off, heading back to the cave with Brooke in tow. Sure, I could have taken it into my own hands with those Surf Nazi punks, but hey, that would have meant that I'd also have to kill off the person currently sitting behind me.

My goal is to not have Brooke killed off. Period. I'm still trying to get to the bottom of this girl, and seeing her sitting by the ocean earlier just spiked my curiosity. I hope that the guys feel the same way bout her. Hopefully she doesn't become a midnight snack…

"Well, this is bound to get interesting." I murmured to myself.

"What?" Brooke called out, tightening her arms around me. All of a sudden, something absolutely crazy happened. I got butterflies in my cold, undead stomach. Dude, that's not supposed to happen…ever. What the hell is going on? Trying to shake off the feeling I sped up even faster and shook my head to give a response to Brooke. I was driving like a bat out of hell. Should I have probably slowed down? Absolutely. Did I care?

Nope.

'Paul, what's taking so long?' I felt like grinning. Nice timing David.

'Davey! Just the guy I needed to talk to.' I answered, jumping over a dune of sand.

'What are you going on about now?' he asked stiffly.

'We're having company over. No taking a bite out of her, okay?'

'Wait, are you talking about Brooke?' Dwayne joined in.

'Who else would it be?' I asked.

'Why are you bringing her back?' Marko added.

'Long story.' I answered. It was quiet for a moment.

'Whatever…' David grumbled and our conversation was over. With pushing the bike to its limits, we jumped from the road, flew down a flight of stairs, and continued on through the sand, just following the curve of the ocean. All the while, we cheered and laughed.

Brooke's Pov

I was having a ball! I guess it was a good thing I came after all – Paul really knows how to eliminate all of the pestering thoughts of dim-witted surfers and unbelievable siblings.

Whatever.

The only thing that crept into my mind making me think this was a bad decision was being sucked into more of David's strange games. The bugs really unnerved me last night. How did they even manage to do that? David really freaked me out, and I could help but feel like he knew it. Sure, it was carefree with Paul and even Marko around because they were always goofing off, and Dwayne was quiet, but it was more like he was pondered things. That wasn't the issue. Nothing compared to the smoldering and undeniably wicked gaze of David though.

With that worrisome thought plaguing my mind, we wildly continued our route to the cliff.

Paul eventually came to a halt and we hopped off. The stairs that led to the cave were just as they were last night, but the difference was that Paul was trying to trip me the entire way down.

"Stop it already!" I kind of laughed, nudging his shoulder. He didn't stop, but was laughing now. He stuck his foot out again, and I saw it. Quickly I jumped over it and landed at the bottom of the stairs.

"No fair."

"I don't care about fair." I concluded and made my way to the cave opening. It was dark…really dark.

"Chill out girl." Paul grinned and took my hand, pulling me along with him. I let go when I could see again, and soon the guys were in view.

"What a surprise. Fancy seeing you here, Brooke." David said smugly. The way he said it told me that he wasn't surprised in the least.

"Yeah, after you high-tailed it out of here last night I didn't think you would fancy coming back." Marko grinned, jumping up from one of the couches.

"That's a pretty brave thing to do." Dwayne said, not looking up from the book he held in his hands.

"Or a stupid thing." Marko shot back. I sighed and caught their attention.

"Boy, do I know that." I said as I sat down on the rim of the broken fountain. "But, it sure beats going back home." David raised an eyebrow.

"Why is that?" he asked, leaning forward in the beat up wheelchair.

"Surf Nazis." Paul said, sticking out his tongue in disgust.

"And their brainless bimbos." I added. Marko did the same thing and faked gagged. I couldn't help but grin.

"Gross." Dwayne said, throwing down his book and looking up.

"Why are Surf Nazis at your house?" David asked, pulling out a cigarette.

"My sister fancies making those kind of friends." I said simply. Oh Taylor, why did you have to make friends with them? They are total jerks.

"Hm…" David said, looking around at the other guys. "Maybe you are the one who fancies making the wrong friends." He finished with a smirk. The others nodded. I looked to Paul with hidden laughter in his eyes. Had I missed something?

"Oh right." I think I had caught on. "I've made friends with none other than the bad ass Lost Boys." They all smirked.

"So you know about us." Marko acknowledged. I nodded and stifled a laugh.

"Oh yes. You guys are the bad asses of the boardwalk. Surf Nazi's hate you but their women love you." I dragged out.

"How would know that?" David asked complacently.

"Because I had the imponderable joy of spending half the day listening to the Surfettes pointless ramblings." I said dryly.

"In that case you also know how exclusive our group is." Dwayne threw in. I paused for a moment.

"It's really just the four of you, huh." I stated. They nodded.

The Surf Nazi's are wannabees," David began "and they feel that if they have the biggest group it also means that they are the baddest."

"So they just recruit people." He nodded boredly. "No initiation? Just BAM, if you want to be a Surf Nazi you become one?"

"Yeah, that's how it is. They're picky though. Every member has to be perfect." He scowled.

"He means sleazy." Paul said and jumped up on the fountain, standing next to me.

"Well isn't that just great." I grumbled looking down. Marko sent a questioning look my way.

"Guys," Paul started, trying to hold in a laugh, "I think her sister just got initiated."

"Who'd she sleep with?" Dwayne asked jokingly and my head shot up.

"Collin."Paul fake puked. The guys went quiet. Dwayne sent me an apologizing look.

"Sorry to say this to ya Brookie, but your sister is a lost cause now." Marko said, coming over and putting hand on my shoulder. The Cheshire grin never left his face. I didn't know whether to throw a punch his way or sigh in defeat.

"She wasn't that way when we came into town. It's been three days. How does that happen?" I questioned, asking anyone who would listen. No answer. After a moment I spoke up again.

"So, now that I know how you get initiated into the Surf Nazi gang,-"

"Curious to know our initiation?" David said with a dark look in his eyes and a nasty smirk on his face.

"It's top secret. Hush hush." Paul said slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Some things are better left out of conversation." Dwayne murmured.

"I agree with Dwayne," David said, "and it is no fun if all of the secrets are solved." The gaze he held was uncanny and I held back a cringe of worry. Was it that bad to talk about? Looking to the others they all held that secretive look.

"Okay okay." Paul said, jumping down from the fountain. "This is going nowhere fast. How about some music?" and without an answer he pulled out an old stereo. Turning it on I expected something bad ass. Instead I was welcomed with classical music blaring out of the speakers.

"I can honestly say that I didn't expect that Paul." I couldn't help but laugh. What a hardcore punk he has turned out to be! Haha! His face went from shock to confusion to anger in a flash.

"Who the hell switched the station? You all know how long it took to find the right one." David and Dwayne looked amused, but Marko's face was priceless. He looked as innocent as could be, and once Paul had him in his vision he ran and tackled him. Marko was laughing and Paul was fuming. Dwayne held a little grin and moved away from the situation while David stayed where he was, as content as could be. They were wrestling and that awful music was still playing. Ugh. Not wanting to wait for them to get over the stupid dispute I stood up and went to the rock box. Turning the dial, it took no time to find a great song. Paul worries too much. Turning up the volume, I realized that half the song was over already. Darn.

I look and see it's not only me
We're standin' tall ain't never a doubt
We are the young, so shout it out

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild

"Chill out ladies!" I said loudly over the music, hoping they would stop wrestling each other. In an instant they both looked my way.

"Ladies?" I heard Marko repeat. They both had an evil gleam in their eyes.

Shit.

They came my way and I made a run for it. That is the only logical thing to do, right? Never have I felt so worried about the repercussions of my actions, or in this case, my words. I turned back and only Marko was after me. Where the heck did Paul go? I turned back and Paul was about ten feet in front of me. Dwayne and David just sat there laughing their butts off. Instead of stopping and letting either one of them get to me, I made the decision that if I were going down, I'd take one of them with me. So, here I go, ready to smack into Paul. He noticed that I didn't slow down, and a smirk quickly appeared on his face. He was getting ready for impact. Or so I thought.

Just as I was going to ram into him he took my arm in one hand and my waist with the other. I'm pretty sure my face was as white as paper. I didn't know what to do. The next thing I knew I was on the ground being pinned down by Paul, one hand next to my head, the other one still my waist. His face was inches away. If that wasn't bad enough, a cat call followed from one of the guys. If my face were white before, it would be bright red now. I looked up and Paul still had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I am no lady." He said with a smirk. I haven't seen him smirk like that before. If I dare say, it was a very sexy smirk. Marko came up to us and kneeled down.

"Why the hell would you say something like that?" he said to me, shaking his head, making his hair flip back and forth. Then I got a crazy idea and grinned.

"I guess it's the hair." Once those words left my lips the atmosphere changed. What have I done? Marko and Paul had mirrored expressions of shock and their eyes were as big as saucers. Marko put a hand over his mouth, stood up, and walked away. Paul moved in closer…I didn't expect that. I bet my heart was beating faster and faster now. Our noses were touching before he spoke. His eyes held something dark.

"You monster." He whispered.

I lost it. I laughed and laughed and laughed.

"You think that's funny?" he said, not moving away. I nodded eagerly, and then I heard a dark chuckle rumble from Paul. That made me freeze. "I'll show you what's funny." He whispered again. Before I knew it I was over his shoulder and he was high-tailing it out of the cave. Looking, I saw the guys following in suit. We were at the bikes in no time, but instead of being behind Paul, he stuck me in front of him. He still had control of the bike, but I was closer to him than ever. I was trapped. The guys drove off ahead of us, and each held a timidly amused expression. I didn't dare to look back and see how Paul was. The drive was quick, and we stopped at the old train tracks.

He's gonna throw me off the bridge. He's going to find it funny.

I actually fought Paul to not get off of the bike and he laughed. Great, I'm as good as dead now. After he pulled me from the bike he held my hand in a death grip, walking me to the middle of the bridge. Should I scream? The others were as calm as ever, and I couldn't see anything good coming from this. Then out of nowhere they started laughing their asses off. What?

"Your face is priceless!" Marko said, doubling over from laughing.

"You're not going to throw me off, are you?" I whispered. They shook their heads.

"We're gonna do something better." Paul said.

"What would that be?" I asked worriedly. The next thing I saw scared me half to death. Marko jumped down! Before I could say something Dwayne and David mimicked him and jumped. I looked to Paul frightened as could be.

"You're suicidal." He shook his head and grinned. Then I heard laughing, and looking down the guys were hanging from the bridge!

"It's our turn." Paul said, turning to jump. I tried to let go, but his hand wouldn't let go of mine. "We have no choice." He said.

"Yes we do! There is always a choice!" As I said that the train tracks started to shake. Once again, I'm as good as dead.

"Come on Brooke!" The guys cheered on.

"No way." I whispered to myself. Paul smirked and pulled me closer to him. Oh no. Then he jumped.

I'm dead.

I screamed, but quickly stopped when I felt Paul grasp the metal bar. Shit! He's going to drop me! I looked to him and he must have noticed what I was thinking.

"Grab hold of the bar then!" I did what I was told and grabbed the bar. Then it quickly came to my attention that I don't have the arm strength that the guys would have.

"Hold on!" David yelled, but I couldn't. Shit. Shit. Shit. My hands were slipping, and I fell. Hearing the guys curse from above, I continued to fall. No, I didn't scream. This time it was my fault that I was in trouble. I let the darkness fall over me, but no sooner had I decided that I heard someone's voice.

"It's okay. I've got ya." I stopped falling at that moment, but the darkness still overpowered.

I'm sorry to stop it there, because in most stories this is a stopping point, but oh well. I will update...soon. My motivation is my readers, so let me know what you Lost Boys (and Girls) think. Much love, Crimsonsky132