Music I Listened To:

Twin Atlantic - Make A Beast Of Myself
You Me At Six - The Swarm

OR:

All American Rejects - Move Along
David Guetta ft. Sia - Titanium

CHAPTER 8

I stood, just outside the grill. The name 'Grill Fang' illuminating the car park in a sickening red, garish to my eyes. I glanced away. It was mostly silent; the dull buzz of the neon electrics and the slow traffic from the roads played the soundtrack to my thoughts.

My thoughts. Darting between all the possibilities of how the evening may play out. It could go well and I could walk away certain that I may be able to trust these people, these 'friends'. It could just be mediocre. We may have little in common and I will suffer as the loner in my school, I could manage that. That was when the worst possibility, and most probable probed its way into the front of my thoughts.

It could all go wrong.

Lissa chose then to appear, cutting off any train of thought linking its self to the previous. I was glad. I didn't want to think of the worst; I didn't want the worst to happen.

"Ready?" that one word said it all. She was nervous too. Nervous of how this may play out. I was glad it wasn't just me. I nodded my head and we started toward the grill.

I wasn't ready. But I tried to be. Remember you are not the same Dimitri from Russia. This is your own chance to start again. Take it. Use it. Start again, and with that we entered the grill.

It was warm inside. Almost too warm and it smelt of burgers and chips, typical for a grill. The seats were a deep red and the tables all a shiny black, I reminded me of blood. The red fresh from a wound whereas, the black was the dried, flaking blood. Booths lined the walls and tables cluttered the central circle of the room. The bar was in matching wear to the rest of the place.

I could hear their chatter, laughs and whoops before I saw them. Squashed into a large corner booth were the guys I met today, excluding Christian. In between and around them were the girls. Lissa went round in order: Mia, Avery, Jill, Sydney and Camille. And they all had Blonde hair, except for Jill whom had red fiery hair. This could be difficult. I could feel Camille's eyes raking over me, like a hunter over their prey.

"Hello everyone" Lissa chirped. She smiled a wide smile receiving greetings back. She gestured for me to sit and I did, so soon the group began conversing. A few questions were thrown my way such as 'How do you like America?' and 'How are you finding the school?' simple questions with simple replies.

After that was when things began to slip. The gossiping started. At first I wasn't interested in who had done what with the football team in some supply closet although everyone else was, so busied myself with the task of draping my leather duster over the back of the chair.

Then they moved onto what had happened between Rose and me this afternoon. I froze not wanting to talk about it. But at first mention of it all eyes turned on me, expecting and explanation. I swallowed and met their stares and the questions began. Apparently they had all been witness to the scene.

I sat there unsure of where to start knowing that without some sort of answer they expecting eyes and questions would not end. I glanced at Lissa the only one without any questions and she smiled at me reassuringly.

I looked back at them ready with a reply to brush it off. As I opened my mouth they all stopped and were silent. Great! I thought. I looked at them all ready to look into their eyes to find none of them were looking at me anymore, not even Lissa. Their eyes were all trained on something behind me. I glanced left and right, the rest of the grill was still sat in normality apart from us. Curious I glanced behind me, still unsure of what they were looking at. I saw nothing.

About to voice my own question of 'what are you looking at?' I heard it. The sweetest sound yet the cruellest sound. A simple laugh and I knew it was her, Rose.

I didn't care about being subtle then, I turned around in search of her. Sat at the bar with Christian and Tasha laughing at something the bar tender had said. Her hair cascaded in a waterfall down the back of her burnt out leather jacket, her eyes sparkled with humour and joy. I pulled myself up short, what was I doing? Adorning someone I could not have?

Idiot! Adrian broke the trance that had set over our party. "Wish me luck guys, today, right now I feel she will say yes!" everyone laughed. Everyone laughed except me. He got up and made his way over.

Her back tensed as she felt a presence behind her then, seeing Tasha roll her eyes she knew who it was, slumped and turned. With a sexy smirk and aggressive look in her eyes she faced him. Smiling back conversation began between them.

"Bet you a burger she will turn him down." Mason said to Eddie. A low rumble of laughter echoed around the table.

"NO." Eddie said outraged "you know she will turn him down so you know you're going to win!" he exclaimed

"Exactly, a free burger" Mason grinned and we all howled with laughter this time. Consumed in our own jokes we didn't hear them approaching until Tasha spoke.

"What's so funny? You sound like a pack of hyenas" her tone was monotone and she sounded bored. I saw Rose's lips quirk up in a smile, clearly amused by Tasha's comment as Adrian slid back into his spot in the booth.

"Rosy Posy" Mason gasped between chuckles. This grabbed Rose's attention, her head snapped back to us from gazing around the grill. We had her full concentration, her head tilted to the side, her eyes were calculating. Her lips broke into a full smile, showing teeth, almost animalistic. Our table descended into silence again. A chuckle escaped from her lips and she turned to leave.

Before she could Camille opened her mouth. "Ha. The bitch can't fight her own battles" her snooty voice reached Rose and she stopped almost frozen, her shoulders tensed. Tasha and Christian shared a wary look and began to move back and around Rose.

Christian saw her move before us all "Rose NO!" It was too late. Rose spun in a flash and her fist jerked out landing smoothly on Camille's pristine nose, blood began to stream matching the colour of the seat she currently sat in..

Gasps and shouts of shock emanated around the grill from watching people and Jill hurriedly handed Camille a napkin to prevent the blood flow. Tasha sighed "Rose we need to leave." But Rose stopped her holding up her hand.

She leant forward onto the table, looming over Camille and brushing against my side I felt her body heat spread up my side like tiny shocks of electricity. She spared me a quick glance too short for me to decipher the emotion behind her eyes and looked back at Camille.

"You have never liked me, I have never known why. But I do know why I have never liked you. So next time you choose to insult me be ready for a much bigger consequence, because sadly your snooty nose can be fixed." She pushed back off the table, standing with her arms crossed. "Next time the damage will be un-repairable."

She spun and walked out Tasha hot on her heels yet Christian lingered.

"Jeez and to think we used to be her friends" Camille said, a mumble of agreements spread around the table from all except Lissa and I.

"You were never her friend Camille, not after what you did." Christian stated. Giving Lissa a lingering look he apologised to the table briefly and went to the bar paying for their drinks and exchanging words with the bar tender.

The table was beginning to come back to life again and was discussing the recent incident. I glanced back around and saw people giving concerned looks and our friends asking Camille if she was OK. She began to play on the attention, loving the spotlight. I knew the blood had stopped flowing but she still dabbed at her nose with the bloodied napkin. I knew from experience a broken nose only throbs for a few minutes and would no longer ache although she was still wailing in pain.

She laid her head on my shoulder, gripping my arm and complained of feeling dizzy. I knew it was an act, but let her continue asking if I would protect her if Rose tried to hurt her for no reason again. I answered in automatic, robotic responses, not fully paying attention. I had again been consumed by my thoughts.

Glancing back toward the bar I noticed Christian had left. We all decided that we had quiet too much 'Drama' Mia said for one day and head to the door. Once in the lot I was about to excuse myself and go home when the sound of screams rang through the air.

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