I'm really tiered, so . . . enjoy.
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27 Riddler lane wasn't a house like I had expected, it was a small brick building with a boarded up door that had a sign that said "Trespassing forbidden."
However the windows were lit with light and there were shouts coming from inside melding with the loud music so it was almost mind numbing. I walked around to the other side and noticed that there was a side door without a handle, but it was propped open with a box.
I pushed it open and stepped into the building, I was in a small room which I guessed to be a storage closet of some kind. The source of the pounding music was coming from behind a door on the opposite side. Light was streaming from the outline of the door and when tripped my way to it, it was pretty easy to pull it open, although I wasn't ready for the rush of heat that hit me when I walked in.
It was one large room filled with teenagers all either drinking, dancing, or socializing there wasn't a single wallflower as far as I could tell. The music was deafening and the lights moving around was really distracting.
I don't know why chris wanted me so come here, it looked like he would have lots of people to socialize with. Then again I couldn't see him anywhere.
I pulled my leather jacket closer to me and walked over to a table filled with some mean looking guys. Each had a beer and in the middle was a large pile of empty beer bottles quickly growing. There was at least eight of them either sitting or standing there leaning on the table. They looked up at me when I came over, one was flipping a coin in his hand at a steady rhythm, his hair was blonde and spiked, he had a scar down his left cheek and his eyes were cold and dead.
"Hey beat it kid, tables full." he said. I rolled my eyes at him and shoved my hands into my jean pockets.
"I'm looking for Chris." I said avoiding eye contact with him.
"Chambers?" he asked me his face twisting in disgust.
"Yeah." I responded.
"Why are you looking for that little shit?' he asked, I looked around at his group of friends, each one starring at me, each one intimidating.
"Is he here or not?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Maybe." he responded and turned around to face his friends.
'Look, I'm not in the mood for games alright? Just tell me where he is and I'll leave you alone." he didn't respond just ignored me and continued to talk to his friends. "Hey!" I yelled over the music putting a hand on his shoulder and yanking him around to face me "I'm talking to you." I snapped. He snatched my wrist in his hand.
"You got some nerve. . . " he glared at me twisting his hand awkwardly so my wrist went with it.
"Dude just tell her where he is so she can leave." another boy said from behind him, he glared at me for a moment but then let go. I quickly started rubbing my wrist to sooth the sharp pain within it.
"He's over there." the guy said pointing behind me, I didn't respond just quickly walked in that direction. I didn't care if he was telling the truth I wanted away from him and any more pain I could have been getting that night.
To my surprise the guy was telling the truth, sitting at a table was Chris, including three other guys I had never seen before, even just walking around town.
Chris was the first to see me, he smiled and stood up walking over to me.
"I'm actually surprised you showed up." he smiled.
"And I'm surprised you asked me to meet you here. . . .you know the door says no Trespassing right?" he just grinned wider.
"I thought you were a badass, a sign is seriously going to keep you from having fun?" I rolled my eyes at him and looked around the room. "Hey come meet my friends." he said leading me over to the table where the other three boys sat.
"Anna Winston, this is Gordie Lachance, Teddy Duchamp, and Vern Tessio." he introduced, sitting at the table was a boy with dark brown hair, wearing a red plaid shirt, he was tall and lanky with a light build to him, he smiled shyly at me and gave a small wave.
"Heya dollface!" a boy with rather long sandy blonde hair said. The one thing drawing my attention about him was the thick rimmed glasses, one of the frames seeming to be held together by tape. The last boy gave a bright happy smile, he was bigger then the other boys with no build at all, but he seemed to be happy just the same. "So this is Anna?"
"Yeah." Chris said.
"You're wrong man she doesn't look like a rich babe to me. . . well babe maybe." Teddy said giving me a wink. "Plus she ain't offered to play cards yet, you sure she's a pro hussler?" he kept talking, he had a voice that just carried. I gave a Chris a side look.
"What have you been saying about me?" I asked laughing slightly. Before he could open his mouth Teddy continued.
"Told us everything, about how you two are secretly in love, he's wants to marry ya, have your kids, try to have lots of kids if you know what I mean." he winked again, by this time he had stood up from his seat and was walking around the table towards us. "He wants to run away with you, think of it the princess and the Loser together, escape the rath of your rich dad who wouldn't approve, oh its a beautiful story." he then put his arm around me then leaned in to whisper in my ear. "But of course, I could always save you from something like that, if that's not your scene." I chuckled and pushed him away from me, wow he was forward.
"Teddy Shut up." Chris said rolling his eyes.
"Oh Chris I thought you would learn by now. I don't shut up." Teddy jumped ontop of the table which Vern and Gordie still sat at, now having amused expressions on their faces. "I grow up. And when I see your face." he layed down on the table pointing right at Chris, Vern and Gordie leaned across the table to be in the view of Chris. And all three chanted.
"I throw up!" they called and pretended to gag. I laughed at their immaturity, Chris playfully glared at them as they quieted their laughter and leaned back in their seats, Teddy slid back across the table and took a seat back in his chair.
Chris took a seat too and gestured for me to sit as well. He slid a bottle of beer over to me and I slowly slipped it.
"So how did Chambers get a girl as fine as you to meet him?"Teddy asked.
"He cheated me into it." I mumbled.
"How'd he cheat you?" Gordie asked.
"He didn't tell you?" they shook their heads.
"I wasn't cheating it was smart strategy." Chris defended.
"Well what ever it was, he got you here." Gordie smiled.
"Yeah and why exactly did you want me here?" I asked Chris who just shrugged in response.
"Isn't it obvious-" Teddy started.
"Teddy I swear if you say one more word your face is going to resemble something your mother couldn't look at." Chris shouted at him.
"It already is." Vern said. "Beating it might actually make it look better."
"A lot of big talk from someone that still holds his moms hand in the parking lots." Teddy snapped back at him. Soon they were tossing insults back and forth.
"Hey wanna dance?" Chris asked me as the other three continued to argue.
"no thanks." I said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Why?"
"I don't dance." I admitted to him.
"I thought all rich kids danced, you know going to the fancy dinners and dancing with men in monkey suits."
"Why do you insist that I'm a rich kid?"
"Because you seem to be trying so hard to convince me your not, like its an image you tried to create and I see through it. And you hate that"
"How do you know I just don't like you calling me a rich kid?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't" he admitted. "but I also know a poor kid would have the same jacket for years on end, a girl for longer since they stop growing sooner this Jacket is new and I know that those pathetic pots you win would not pay for something of this quality." he said pulling at me jacket, I swatted his hand away and glared down at the table. "So we going to dance or what?" he held out his hand to me. "If we sooner we dance the sooner you can go home I promise." I sighed and took his hand and he lead me to the dance floor.
"I really don't dance." I complained.
"I'll help you." he smiled and then took my other hand and started to move them side to side to the beat of the music. We looked rather weird mixed with the other couples grinding and dancing closely.
"Look you're dancing." he said.
"You're just swinging my arms back and fourth."
"You're right your whole body has to move." my eyes widened as he trapped me in his muscular arms, one arm around my waist the other still clamped firmly on my hand our chests barely touching as he started to moved left and right with me tripping along after him.
"Chris what the hell are you doing?" I asked as he spun us around in a wide circle. "Stop!" I said, but despite my desperate tone I still laughed. He continued to move me around like a rag doll, dancing around the whole room in a horribly clumsy dance.
We were in fits of laughter as we bumped into drunken teens who either yelled at us or laughed with us. Song after song played and with each on Chris' hold on my seemed to get tighter and tighter.
Then a slow song came on and Chris smiled sliding his other hand down to my waist and I put mine on his shoulders. Our bodies were firmly pressed against each other as we swayed slowly to the music.
"I have to admit this is the most fun I've had in a long time." I said looking up at Chris, his bright smile spread across his face at my words.
"I'm having fun too."
"Why did you want me here so bad?" I asked.
"Cause I thought you were interesting. There are a lot of girls in this town but non of them have ever dared talk to a boy the way you do, you weren't afraid to tell them off, and beat them. Most girls would have flirted and pretended they had no idea what the were doing. . . and I have never seen one dress like you either." he said looking me up and down.
"I don't dress like this all the time." I said, "But its a lot easier to run in a pair of jeans then a dress." I said he looked at me skeptically.
"What would you need to run from?"
"Oh you know the mob of guys wanting to jump my bones." I said he laughed.
"Seriously."
"What is it hard to believe? Am I that horrible looking?" I joked.
"No, You're-" he stopped short and changed direction back to what we were talking about. "What do you need to run from?"
"I'm a top juvenile delinquent where I'm from."
"Yeah right." he laughed.
"It's the truth."
"Any run ins with the cops?"
"One or two." I said, he raised an eyebrow as if waiting for me to explain. "I'm not going to pour out my whole personal life story Chris." he tightened his grip on my waist sliding his arms further around me as if afraid I was going to push him away.
"I didn't ask you to, but you keep bringing up personal things, like your dad yesterday when we were playing cards. It makes me think you want to talk about it, and when you're ready, I'll be here to listen." he said. I looked down and he moved his hand to lift my chin to look at his beautiful blue eyes. "We're all messed up here, and we're not going to judge anything you did, hell we've probably done it ourselves." he said breathing out a laugh.
"Chris-"
"COPS!"someone screamed and suddenly the whole room was in a panic.
Chris loosened his grip on me and looked around the frantic room.
"I hope with your run in with the cops you could out run them." he said, suddenly Gordie, Teddy and Vern were by Chris' side.
"Hey man we gotta get out of here." Gordie said.
"Where do we go?" I asked them.
"You just better get your ass out of here." Teddy said. "You a fast runner?"
"Uh kinda." I said now panicking myself as I heard the sirens get louder since the music was shut off.
"Well tonight you better be." Vern said taking off with Teddy.
"Turn left and go straight down the road, when you get to the end of the street take a right and then into the second alley. I'll meet you there and take you home okay?" Chris said giving me rather quick and vague directions.
"Where are you going?" I asked grabbing his arm before he could take off.
"I'm just going to go the other way, we know this town like the back of our hands we can loose the cops in a minute tops, I'll come get you when I do." he said heading in the other direction as to where I entered the room.
"Promise?" I asked him he looked back at me and nodded.
"I promise." he said it so sincerely that I didn't have a choice but to believe him. Then I took off following the crowd into the alley beside the building when I entered.
Everyone was running in different directions it was like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. I was bumped into and I fell to the ground with a thud, I tried to stand up but I was stepped on. I hissed in pain since they stepped on my lower back. I struggled to stand up and used the wall for support. I took off running in the direction I think Chris told me to go, I was with a bunch of other kids all yelling and trying to push past everyone.
I received a few elbows to the ribs and a few curses directed at me that in any other situation might have hurt my feelings.
When I reached the end of the street there were only a few other kids with me. They went left and I went right.
Second alley, second alley. . . . my thoughts were interrupted by sirens. Shit. I picked up my pace looking for an alley but I couldn't see any the stores were tightly packed together. I sped up, when I looked back I could see the lights of a cop car turning the corner towards me.
Did Chris set me up?
The street was deserted, completely empty the only sounds to be heard was the sirens and my feet pounding on the pavement, the street lights shown down on the sidewalk, so I went from darkness to light, to darkness with every twenty steps.
"Stop!" I heard a bullhorn sound. I rolled my eyes, yeah like I'm gonna do that. I was breathing heavily, and the car got closer.
Wait, I just passed an alley, which means if Chris wasn't lying I need to get into the next one. "I order you to stop!" the voice sounded again.
My lungs were on fire as I saw another alley come into view. I took a sharp turn into it and looked around frantically in the darkness.
Come on come on, somewhere to hide. The alley was blocked off with a chain link fence but that wouldn't help too much. Then I saw it, the fire escape three feet above my head. I took a deep breath and climbed onto a trash can reaching up and grasping the cool metal in my fingers. I pulled myself up and onto the fire escape.
I watched as the car stopped at the end of the alley, the lights flashing brightly and two cops go out of the car heading down the alley.
'Where do you think he went?" the first asked. He? Thank god I put my hair up, I guess I look like a guy from far away.
"Look around couldn't have gotten too far." the other said flashing his flashlight around. They were looking for about two minutes before the first one spoke.
"Think he went over the fence?"
"Maybe." the other said and together they started to climb the fence when they hit the ground on the other side I watched curiously as they started to look around. Then there was a loud bark, then another and another.
The first cop screamed in fear and took off running back towards the fence.
Three large stray dogs emerged and started to bite and claw at the officers who were hastily climbing the fence. They landed back on the other side unhurt, but the second cop's pant leg was now ripped. The dogs barked and slammed against the fence, in an attempt to attack the men who disturbed their home. I am so glad I didn't jump that fence.
"I think we can cross 'went over the fence' off our list of places he could have gone."
Please stop looking just go away. I prayed.
In the silence of the alley I could hear something beeping.
"The radio!" one of the cops said, I'm not to sure who. They ran back to their car, and after a few seconds of conversing they got in and drove away. I let out the breath that I had been holding for way too long. I waited a few more minutes, scared that they may be coming back.
Then I started to climb down, slowly and carefully, when my feet touched the ground I immediately felt more exposed, my movements were slower and less sure then before as the dogs behind me barked and clawed at the fence behind me I started walking towards the opening of the alley.
I then saw a figure walking into the alley, I sighed in relief.
"Chris thank god, the cops almost found me! Can you please just take me home now?" I asked walking towards him. I stopped when I was about ten feet away. The person was well built, tall like Chris, but his hair was spiked his silhouette wider. . .
It wasn't Chris.
Its one in the morning I'm going to have to stop there, hope you liked it.