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I looked down the seemingly endless road and sighed. After two days of traveling, my feet were numb, my legs wailed in agony with every step, and I am pretty sure that I had passed the train station miles ago.

I lifted my head up and looked down the road again. In the distance, I could see the faint contour of a city. My heart almost stopped in relief.

I wiped my eyes to make sure this wasn't an illusion. When I opened my eyes again, it was still there! I fought the urge to jump with joy. I picked up my sack in my arms and continued down the road towards the town.

I finally had reached the town. I realized that it was smaller than I had expected. Oh well, at least I found a town.

I walked through the town though the streets were almost deserted. Dust hung in the air and an uncomfortable silence filled the town. I guess no one was here after all, I figured.

Suddenly, I heard something further down the road. It sounded like faintly audible groans layered under wicked laughter. I decided to investigate.

When I turned on the corner of the street, there I saw it. Three dudes in floppy madras shirts were punching and kicking another dude on the ground. On the side, a tan girl was watching with interest. What did they think they were doing!?! I decided to intervene.

What was this, The Outsiders?

A/N: I did get some inspiration from my favorite book, The Outsiders

"What are you doing?" I yelled. I soon regretted my outburst when one of the dudes snickered and turned to me. He had a neon green Mohawk on top of his jet black scalp, about three piercings, one on his nose, one on his unibrow, and one on his right ear. He had a black madras shirt on with a skull on the middle of it. I guessed that he was the leader of this gang.

"We're just teaching this two timer a lesson," he sneered and then wiggled his unibrow at me, "And who might you be, darling?"

"Uh, I'm Bridgette," I stuttered nervously, "What did he do that was so bad?"

The leader turned his attention back to the guy that he had been slugging a few minutes ago. The man struggled under his unyielding grip. He had long blonde hair neatly tucked under a cowboy hat, a pink shirt that was unbuttoned to show his bare chest, and dark blue jeans. He shot me a pleading glance as green Mohawk dude punched him in the stomach.

"He tried to steal my girl," he pointed to the girl with her back presses against the alley wall. "Geoff here knows that Courtney is my girl!"

He threw Geoff aside and walked towards me. I backed up until my own back was pressed against the limestone wall. Green Mohawk dude placed his hand inches away from my shoulder and leaned towards me. "I guess you're right. Besides, who needs Courtney when I have you"

WHAT!?!

"The name's Duncan" green Mohawk dude whispered into my ear and I shuddered.

Before he did anything else, Geoff stood up. "Duncan, leave the chick alone"

Duncan turned to scowl at Geoff, giving me a chance to escape.

"Whatever, Trent, DJ, lets go" Duncan shot me one last mischievous glance before climbing into his car with Courtney and the two other guys following.

When the car had disappeared, I ran to Geoff and helped him to his feet. He shook the dust off him and smiled at me. A hot blush spread across my cheeks.

"Thanks for helping me back there dude" Geoff said and extended his hand, "I'm Geoff"

I returned the gesture with a small handshake and answered, "I'm Bridgette"