Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.
A/N: Yeah, I know. It's been two months… Thanks for keeping with this story, though! To answer a question I was sent, I think at this point the guys (mostly Marko) just feel sorry for her, and any kindness they've shown so far was either out of pity or because Max told them to be nice. Or…maybe they really were OOC, and I'm just pathetically trying to defend myself.
Will Wanda pull a Michael? Erm…good question.
---Chapter Six: Out of the Rain
A stream of water and shaving cream carried the razor Wanda had been using towards the drain. The girl drew her now smooth legs to her chest and sighed. She hadn't gone to the boardwalk since last night. Though she assumed the boys never went there during the daytime, the risk of running into them was unbearable. Not only was she embarrassed about the way she had opened up to Marko, she felt suddenly apprehensive. There was just something wrong about them. Questions she had never even thought of started bothering her. Why had they been so nice when they obviously disliked her? Why hadn't she seen them at the boardwalk during the daytime? Why the hell did they live in a cave?
Wanda leaned forward to turn the shower off, but she slipped and fell forward. She cried out in pain when her head hit the faucet.
"DAMN IT!"
She turned the water off, ripped open the shower curtain, and jumped out. She practically threw herself against the sink so that she could examine the damage in the large mirror above it. The fall had somehow given her black eye, though it didn't seem like that's where she'd hit the faucet. Wait. Forget the black eye. She was bleeding.
"Shit," she swore, tears building in her eyes and clouding her vision. Forgetting about her injury, she quickly wiped both of her eyes. "OW! OW! Why the hell did I do that?"
"Honey, what's wrong?" Sheryl asked, gently knocking on the door.
"Nothing, mom. I just tripped."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
Wanda could hear her mother continue down the hallway. She turned back to the mirror, her eyes fixed on the bloody dripping from the small cut just above her right eye. Blood made its way down the side of her face, and she tilted her cocked her head so that it slid towards her mouth. The only thing that existed at the moment was the beautiful line of crimson approaching her lips. She licked the coppery droplet up and moaned softly. A sudden burning sensation spread throughout her stomach, bringing her to full awareness.
She sank to the floor and cried until the pain stopped.
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Wanda had left for the boardwalk not long after Sheryl left for her date with Max. She was now nursing a milkshake in the very same diner she had met the boys at for the first time. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she idly watched people pass by the window. What was she doing here? She'd sworn she would not come back…
And speaking of why she hadn't wanted to come back in the first place…
She nearly choked on her strawberry milkshake when she spotted the boys moving through the crowd. They hadn't seen her, and she wondered if she should leave or not. The reason she was originally going to stay home was because she didn't want to run into them. On the other hand, she really didn't feel like moving.
"Crap."
Marko had glanced over his shoulder and seen her. Frustrated, she promptly stood and left the diner. Her feet carried her through the crowd, away from the boardwalk and to the beach. She didn't really know why she was walking away so quickly. The odds of them following her were slim. Why the hell would they want to?
"Wanda, wait up!"
'I have the worst luck…'
She tried to pick up her pace, but it was hard to walk fast in sand, especially in such heavy boots. The boys caught up with her and, much to her growing displeasure, Star was with them.
"Piss off."
"Aw, what's the matter?" Paul smirked as he threw an arm around her shoulders. "You not happy to see us?"
"Vise versa," she snapped. "Why the hell do you guys follow me if you don't like me?"
"Who said we didn't like you?"
Growling, Wanda pushed him away and whipped around. "Why won't you guys just…"
"Damn, what the fuck happened?" Marko asked, his eyes widening.
Wanda took a step back and frowned. "What? Oh, that. I, uh, fell in the shower and hit my head on the faucet."
They stared at her silently for a moment, and she realized how unbelievable that sounded. Why did abuse victims have to use that excuse so much? They were so not buying it…
"No, seriously."
"I mean it! I slipped! And then I hit my head and I started bleeding. And then I…" Her voice trailed off. "Well, that's none of your business. Why do you guys care anyway? You don't like me, remember?"
She promptly stormed away.
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"Max is going to be pissed."
David nodded.
"She's gonna want answers pretty soon. That black eye will probably be gone by tomorrow morning."
"Hell, she might not even be able to see her reflection…"
Again, David nodded. He remained silent for a moment, his blue eyes staring out the mouth of the cave and into the rainy night. A storm had picked up not long after they'd returned. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he spoke. Though his voice was more or less completely blank, it was still obvious that he wasn't pleased with this situation.
"There's nothing we can do about it."
"But what if Max decides that Sheryl isn't his type?" Marko glanced at him warily. "What happens to Wanda?"
"He seems pretty serious about this one," Paul said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, what's it to you? She had a point. We don't like her."
"She's just a kid. It's not like we can just kill her!"
"Either way," David muttered, "we're stuck with her."
Without another word, he turned away from the storm outside and headed for the back of the cave.
He really wanted to kill Max right now.
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A/N: This chapter is terrible… My apologies for any typos you find. I'll try to get them all the next time I update.