Chapter Eight

I leant against the lamppost, watching the crowd gathering around the "crime scene".

At the bottom of the stairs leading to the city hall, there was a chalk outline of a body, police tape sectioning it off. The snow had been shovelled off the streets, salt poured over them. There was a specific are where there was no ice, mainly because the cordoned area had not had snow set on it last night, so the chalk outline was certainly visable.

I grinned as I saw the policewoman walk over to the tape, talking to people intently. I caught a glimpse of a very shocked Kaitlyn. I smiled as I saw Hopkin's look of confusion.
"Okay, who is depraved enough to pull this? Come on, you've taken the practical joke too far!"
I laughed to myself at the policewoman's spectacle.

I caught eye contact off of Kaitlyn, who knew it was me. I grinned smugly, giving her a wink and walking away back to sleep at Harrington House. After all, staying up all night to do this when you're dodging police is pretty damn tiring.

I walked back from the school to Bullworth Town, curious about the 'crime scene'. I walked up to the City Hall, where the crowd had dispersed, any no one was noticing the chalk body anymore.

I grinned as I saw Hopkins and Kaitlyn walk past. Hopkins said something to Kaitlyn, then walked down towards the scummy area of New Coventry.

I walked along to her, dressed quite casually. I was wearing my leather jacket, blue skinnies and a Beatles tee. I walked along to her.

"Should you be standing here alone? I hear this is a pre-tty dangerous corner." I grinned.
"I'm fine." She said, without looking at me again.
"Not feeling amazing then?"

"No."
"Did I do something to offend…?"
"Me? No."

"Good."
"You might want to ask Jimmy though."
"Meaning?"

"You've got this whole town down him." She said obviously.
"Really…and how did I do that?" I replied.
"You know how you did that."
I scratched my mouth.
"I'm not familiar with the blue-book laws in this town so we're talking about a lot of things: dropping a gum wrapper, strolling arm-in-arm with a member of the opposite sex on a Sunday." I said with mock serious look on my face. She gestured down to the floor with both arms. I looked down, noticing the faded chalk body was right underneath me.

"Ahhh. What about it?"
"You did it. The whole town knows you did it – they had a meeting about it."
"You actually went to that bizarro town meeting? Wow. Those things are so…To Kill a Mockingbird."
"Yes I went, and Jimmy went and everyone ganged up on him when he got there. They all want you gone."
"Wow, bummer." I said in a monotone.
"So I was there shouting at everyone and defending you and paying money to the mayor for the vandalism-"

"I think it's worthy of a Banksy…" I murmured.

"Now we're both being treated like an outcast by them and it's all because of you."

There was another awkward silence. I raised my eyebrows.
"What a surprise, you don't care about any of this." She said as she folded her arms sternly and faced the statue beside us.

"I didn't say that." I said, still looking at her.
"Go, I'm tired of talking to you." She said, waving me away.

"Fine." I said, turning to walk away. I got a few feet away when she talked again.
"You care nothing for anyone or their feelings!"
I turned around.

"Second wind huh?"
"All I ever do is stand up for you and all you do is make my life harder. I guess that's what you have to do when you're being cold and cocky but I think that's lame! I am a nice person and I don't think I deserve it. And Jimmy has done a lot for me, so I don't like it when people take advantage of him!" She paused, making sure she'd said everything. "Okay, second wind over." She turned back to the statue.

I had my hands in my jean pockets, my shoulders hunched up.
"I didn't know they were coming down so hard on you."
"Funny, I never pegged you as clueless – my mistake." She said in a monotone to me.
"Okay." I said, looking around at the people passing by. "I get it." Kaitlyn looked me sarcastically. "No, no I do. I get it." I said seriously. "Did you at least think it was funny?"
A smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she managed to overcome the smile I was so familiar with.

"That's not the point, you-"

"Ahh, you thought it was funny."
She smiled her dazzling smile.

I looked right and saw Jimmy walking away from the overpass.
"I'll see you around Kaitlyn." I smiled, walking past her and going down to New Coventry.

I arrived at the overpass, where I saw a group of three Greasers there, talking to a guy who was slightly taller then them. He had a greased fringe along his forehead and a black leather jacket, accompanied with his biker gloves.

I was walking past one of them when one stuck a metal pipe in front of my chest.

"Woah, where do you think you're going newbie?" He asked, chewing gum.

"Yeah, you trying to be a Greaser?" Said another, pushing me.
"I bet you can't even fix a bicycle!" The other laughed.
"Listen, I'm sure you don't want to get your arses handed to you in front of Danny Zuko over there," I said, pointing at the large Greaser leaning against the wall "so how about just fucking off back to your tin workshop?"
I tried to walk past them again, except this time the large Greaser put a hand in front of me, pushing me back.
"Hey kid, do you know who you're talking to?" He asked, half-laughing and half-confused.

"Some grease-monkey who overcompensates with gel?" I said, looking up at his hair.
"You're talking to the King! Watch your mouth!" Said a slightly overweight Greaser, a roll-up behind his ear, as he turned to face the "King" in total affectionate admiration.
"Without a mirror, that's impossible to do smartarse."

"Okay bitch," said a large black greaser, who had his leather jacket collar up, biker gloves and a black eye "you're going to get a beatdown."
He walked towards me calmly. I took a few deep breaths, trying to decide what to do. I couldn't see any weaknesses.
He threw a fast punch at my face, which I stepped back from. He then quickly elbowed me in the face, causing me to stumble backwards into the road, clutching my mouth. I had a cut on my lip from my teeth.

He laughed and turned away from me, laughing with the other Greasers. I ran towards him in anger, then jumped through the air, throwing my arms around his waist and flooring him. I jumped on top of him, smacking his head into the floor twice before I got hit in the back with the metal pipe. I rolled off the Greaser, grabbing the metal pipe from the other. I kicked him in the stomach, turning to hit another Greaser. I got a solid punch in the face from the largest one who'd gotten back up. I fell to the floor, snow stinging my lip badly. I turned left and saw the Preps running forwards with cricket bats. Tad solidly smacked the overweight Greaser with a bat, which splintered into several pieces, some of which probably impacting into the Greaser's face. Bif grabbed the largest prep, punching him several times in a professional-Muhammad-Ali style. I picked myself up, then kicked the "King" in the stomach, grabbing the pipe and aggressively swinging it around as hard as I could into his face. He spun around, but didn't hit the ground. He ran towards me and I brought the pipe upwards, smacking his chin this time. His legs flew up into the air and he landed on his back, winded. I turned around as Chad grabbed me.
"Come on Kane, time to bail!" He grabbed my arm, running away with the other Preps. I joined them, grateful for anyone to rescue me.

We got back to Harrington House, the Preps whooping and cheering Bif, who'd floored the biggest Greaser in only a few punches.

Derby stood up from his armchair in a smoking jacket.
"Evening chaps." He smiled.
"It's midday." I stated.
"Well, well, Kane you got roughed up didn't you. Anyone would think you're one of those apes in that jacket."
The other boys laughed at Derby's banter. I however, did not.
"Whatever Derby."
"Anyway men, I think it's time to retire for dinner and then to sleep. Pinky?" Pinky came down the stairs, wearing a short blue dress, ending at her mid-thighs "Pinky will fix you up and get you looking presentable."

"Why is it that every time we meet, you're covered in bruises?"

I grinned as she took me upstairs. We got to my room, where she closed the door.
"So, take off the top then?" I asked casually.
"I'll get the anti-septic." She said, walking into my bathroom. I shrugged off my jacket, pulling off my tee.
She came back in and started to lightly dab the anti-septic on my lip. When she finished I turned around and lay forwards on my bed. She started to check my bruised back for cuts, found numerous ones and poured the stinging anti-septic on them.

"Do we have to do this?"
"Yes." She said simply.
When she'd put on the large white plaster on my shoulder, I turned around to face her.

"So," I said with a grin "still up for showing me around?" I grinned. She bit her lip, turning back to the door, making sure it was locked.

"Like my lip-gloss?" She asked, walking towards me and running a tongue over her lips. She leant in and kissed me on the lips. Her lip-gloss was surprisingly relieving for my cut lip, which was not bleeding anymore. I then pushed myself fully up, wrapping an arm around her. She faced upwards as I started to kiss her neck. She then pushed me down and straddled me.

She took her dress off at her shoulders, letting it fall down to her waist. She leant down and kissed me again, pushing me further down until she was fully on top of me, somehow only wearing her bra and her loose dress now.

I undid the button on my jeans and then rolled over, so she was lying underneath me on the bed.

I leant in to kiss her again, kissing her neck and slowly pulling her dress off of her waist and past her long smooth legs.

STEAMY! Yeah, that's pretty much as close as you're going to get to a "lemon". Don't be sour – it's just that Aiden doesn't see sex as a big thing, so it's not mentioned ;) Anyway, R&R – a few words is very helpful :)