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So here you all go, the second chapter, (1st was just the prologue) and I hope you like!
Chapter 2
I had watched as Rachel introduced her movie and it was nearly finished when Kitten left, her cell phone ringing loudly.
Great now I was left with Richard…alone.
The wine hadn't affected me….yet, so when Richard started talking I was able to understand exactly what he was saying.
"I don't really like Kitten you know" He looked at me and I nearly melted under his gaze.
But I merely cocked a brow and said nothing.
"I don't, really. It's some business deal between Bruce and Kitten's father"
I looked at him like he was insane.
"So you're telling me this…why?"
I watched as Delilah, Rachel's character on the screen held a knife to her cheating boyfriend's throat.
"Well…I have absolutely no idea" he said, smiling.
I frowned; I still hated him, even if he was trying to be nice.
"Well, truly, I don't care" I snapped sarcastically.
Richard looked at me with a harsh glare.
"Truly, I don't care if you want to take a slut for a companion" I laughed inwardly at my own line.
"Yeah, well at least I have a companion" he snapped, glaring at me.
"So what, I don't need a man to be happy, and God help me if I had a man and he was like you" I said, a grin playing on my lips.
"Whatever Anders. You know the rumors don't you?" he asked, looking at me intently.
"What rumors?" I asked, slightly interested.
"That you and Rachel are together" he said, watching my expression.
I knew he was trying to get up my nose, so I decided to play along.
"Well Richard, you shouldn't believe what tabloids say" I whispered seductively, then lent towards him and captured his lips in a soft quick kiss.
I pulled back, appalled and satisfied with my actions.
Richard however, still seemed to be trying to process his thoughts.
"Well, rumors were wrong" he choked out, looking around as if for a hidden camera.
"Yeah, whatever" I said distantly, staring at the screen.
"What, one kiss and then you're gone? Not very lady like" he said, grinning.
"Oh, and what did you expect?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.
"Well, for starters, no woman has ever been able to resist me" he grinned smugly and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, well I'm not like other women Grayson, I have pride and dignity, which I intend to keep, not shred to pieces by you" I snapped.
It was then that the movie finished and there was a loud roar of applause and Rachel and Kitten came in, both looking at me.
"What?" I asked innocently.
Getting up a congratulated Rachel, then said a polite goodbye to Kitten, and then, just to get up both their noses, I said,
"By the way Richard, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't try to hit on me again" then walked out the doors with Rachel.
"Kori, are you ok?" Rachel asked me from where she was sitting in the limo.
"Yeah Rach, I just taught Dick a lesson, that's all." I said innocently.
"Just a lesson Kori?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine, he said that we were gay, so I played along even though I knew he was just trying to get up my nose. I kissed him, just a little, and then turned it around when we left to make it look as though he had been hitting on me"
Rachel laughed,
"You naughty girl Kori"
I grinned as we pulled up to The Glass House. It was a huge, modern place, with people surrounding it. It had been booked for the premier guests only, and I was guessing that Richard and Kitten weren't going to turn up.
Getting out, I walked in with Rachel, smiling my trade mark smile at cameras and reporters.
We entered and were immediately escorted to a table where Vic and Gar were sitting.
Vic was wearing a black tux with a gold tie, and beside him Karen Beecher, also known as Bee. Bee was a model, and another of my closest friends. She was wearing a gorgeous strapless gold dress that reached down just past her knees in soft pleats. She was wearing a pair of beautiful gold strappy sandals and her hair was done up in two buns. She had gold eyeshadow on with shimmering lip gloss.
Gar was wearing a black tux also, with a white undershirt and a dark green tie. He waved us over, and congratulated Rachel on her movie.
"It was great Rae! Wouldn't be surprised if it was in the Oscars!" he exclaimed.
"Thanks Gar, just don't call me Rae" she said, smiling lightly.
"Yeah girl! That was brilliant! Loved the kick ass attitude of your character, bit like you in real life!" laughed Bee, winking.
"Really Rachel, we all loved it." Said Vic seriously. He wasn't a serious person, but he was when the subject was one of great importance.
"Thanks guys, but Kori here has some juicy little bits of Gossip for you about a certain Grayson" winked Rachel and I laughed, the explained it all to them, who grinned like idiots then, fell about laughing.
I sighed, and then perked up as a very sexy waiter took our orders. He was bout my age, and I winked to him before he left.
"Kori you dirty girl!" exclaimed Bee, giving my arm a light slap.
"What, cant a girl have some fun?" I asked, laughing.
"Your definition of fun is toying with innocent guys heads!" exclaimed Gar, laughing along with Vic. Rachel grinned and added,
"He's right Kori, he really is" then laughed along with the rest of them.
Our food arrived, much to my pleasure, and mine was gone in less then twenty minutes. I was getting fidgety watching the others eat, so as soon as Bee finished I grabbed her for a dance. She refused, laughing and telling me that we would be the only ones out there.
I looked over and noticed that the band was playing but no one was dancing.
"Yeah, exactly, so if we shake it out there everyone else will dance too!" I urged, giving her a pleading look.
"No way Kori, no matter how much I love you, I am not dancing out there alone in front of everyone else." she said, shaking her head.
I sighed, muttered,
"Spoilsport"
I looked around for a dance partner, then decided stuff it, I didn't need someone to dance with. Making my way towards the dance floor, where the lights were flashing and the music was blaring, I glanced at my table, where Rachel, Vic, Gar and Bee were looking at my with open mouths, astounded by my confidence.
A pumping song came on, Us against the World, and I could feel my adrenaline start to rush. It started out as a girl talk/sung and I waited for it…
There is no one else
I can say this too
And there is nothin better
Then to talk to you
If you have a problem
I'll be here for you
Coz girl you always know that…
It's us against the world
YES! The music came on, blaring, and I smirked as the people standing around talking stared at me with astonishment.
I started moving, my dress swirling around my knees, my hips swaying in a sexy move. I beckoned to Bee and she laughed, and then walked over to me, matching my moves.
There was applause as we did an intricate double step together, and I laughed.
The song pumped, and I and Bee danced hard out, with intricate moves, swaying and swinging our hips and laughing all the while.
The song ended, and we took a bow, and waited for the next song. I watched as people came forward, leaving their drinks. I had left my purse at the table, safe under the others eyes.
It was then that another pumping number came on, Boyfriend.
Watcha been doin
Watcha been doin?
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
I haven't seen ya round
How ya been feeling
How ya been feeling
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Don't cha bring me down
I was dancing again, getting lost in the beating rhythm of the music. Bee and I had the attention of the entire dance floor by now, doing sexy moves with a lot of hip swaying. I waved my arms above my head, bending my knees and shaking my head, hips swaying alongside Bee's.
There was a large circle around us now, with people screaming and cheering at us. I was getting drunk on the music, ignoring my surroundings, dancing recklessly in time with the beat, laughing manically.
It was when some guy from the crowd grabbed my arm and pulled me to him that I woke from my lull in the music. I had no idea who this guy was, and I looked at Bee, but some one had her as well, and she was casting me worried looks. The circle around us parted, and the guy led me towards the back doors.
I struggled against his hard clamp on my arms, but the crowd must have taken it as some weird dance move because they laughed and cheered.
It was when I was pushed out the door and into the back alley that I started getting scared. The guy was large and leering, with a shaved head and the Tattoo of S on his forehead in black. I made a run for it, but stopped as two more bald guys blocked my way, leers on their faces. I rushed back the other way, to scared to cry, then ran straight into the arms of the other bald guy who now had a companion.
"LET ME GO!" I cried out, struggling against them.
The guys laughed, and then I realized that they were holding an assortment of weapons, from crow bars to daggers, but no guns.
Petrified I flung my fist at the guys face, and broke his nose. He staggered back, clutching his bleeding nose.
"GET THE BITCH! SHE BROKE MY NOSE!" he yelled out and pointed after me.
I ran as fast as my heels could take me, the tattooed guys chasing me down the alley.
I couldn't let them get me, and I couldn't let them find out who I was. It could cause a war, a large one.
I cried out as my foot twisted beneath me and I feel hard onto the cold concrete. I heard them behind me, yelling then quickly un-strapped my shoes and took off, leaving them behind.
I turned a corner, and then cried out as I realized it was a dead end.
I turned around and cried out as I saw the five men standing their, laughing and brandishing their weapons lethally.
Before I could do anything one had charged forward, grabbed my shoulder and ripped the shoulder of my dress. I cried out in pain as another came up behind me and brought his crow bar across the back of knees.
I fell to the ground, whacked me head against the concrete and tried to scramble up. I started crying as one of the men grabbed me by my neck and hoisted me up, my feet leaving the ground.
"So, little miss Anders, big time model. A lot of people would pay a lot of money for you" he leered.
It started raining, and my hair had come down form its bun and was now plastered against my face, my dress was ruined and clinging to me.
I was petrified, what were they going to do. I scrabbled wildly, fearing for my life. The guys frowned and hit me hard against the face. I tasted blood in my mouth. But the rain was washing the blood from my face.
I spotted the dagger against the man's belt and acted quickly. Fighting for breath I brought my leg up, and kicked him in the groin. He groaned and let me go, and I grabbed the dagger form its pouch.
I backed up against the brick wall as the other four advanced. I scanned the alley, scared and afraid.
"Well pretty, what are you gonna do with that?" one guy advanced at me, holding a large hammer in one hand.
He charged forward but I lunged forward as well, remembering my training.
He swung the hammer, aiming for my head but I dodged to the side, and struck, cutting open his thigh. He roared in pain and another ran forward, with two daggers.
I side stepped his first thrust, then attacked, ducked down and cut the backs of his knees. He squealed and I watched the other three, one was walking awkwardly.
I wasn't scared anymore; these guys didn't pose a threat.
They circled me, and from the shadows five more emerged, bald and with tattooed for heads. Now they posed a threat. These guys had guns.
I swore, my brain thinking of a way out. I couldn't reveal myself, not ever. But I could fight.
I jumped up, delivering a spin kick to the side of one man's head, he staggered, and I finished him off with a punch to the stomach.
Then everything seemed to stop and I whirled around, staring with horror as one man pointed his gun at me and released the trigger. I closed my eyes; I would take my secret to the grave.
Then I was falling, with another's body weight on me, shielding me.
I opened my eyes and nearly screamed. I had just been saved form death by the most well known person in Jump.
Nightwing.
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Well what do you think? Good, bad, ugly? BTW sorry bout the second chapter after the prologue Lexi, I'll do my best to keep it up to standards!
Ell,
Wild Fantasy