Off to the races- Lana Del Rey

To step from 'deeply in love' to 'enemies' in only a day is ridiculous. I know I said I didn't want to rekindle anything, I am sticking to my words but it doesn't mean he can treat me like that.

I only tried to help him, get him back on track and away from what he calls his new life.

He didn't appreciate it, though. From day one he couldn't appreciate anything, so finally, after all these years... I'm stopping.

I had no clue of where I was going, but that was the least of my concerns. My top priority is to get as far away from him as possible.

I gasped, stepping back onto the sidewalk as a jeep went flying passed. I cringed as dust, absorbed the air I was in-taking.

I was able to see through the window. Wow, he really wanted to play that game? I held back my foot, firing it at the door.

I groaned in pain, yet I couldn't help but feel quite satisfied. I stopped smiling when I realised that he had stopped his car.

I gulped, stepping back, watching the window roll down. He stuck his hand out, pulling the middle finger at me.

He drove away, leaving me dumb-founded. I groaned, crossing the road.

This wasn't that far from the mansion, not like I was going back, but I'd be able to trace my steps and get to Hotel Inn.

I crossed the road, watching his car drive into the distance. No reversing, no nothing. He just left me here.

I bit my lip, my throat burning. I cleared my throat, sighing. I walked left, every second feeling like a decade.

I reached a bus stop, one which could take me about ten minutes away from Hotel Inn.

Sitting down, I sighed, taking in the blue sky. Right now I wanted it to rain. Somehow I just felt empty, the same I felt just before Sophie and I were taken into the School for Good and Evil.

I knelt my head by the glass, closing my eyes. This weather wasn't satisfying enough. I needed a nice shower...

Every now and then I couldn't help but feel a sudden pain in my foot, pounding on and on. I cringed, sighing. Somehow I didn't care for it.

Sometimes pain is quite satisfying. I smiled, looking up. I stared at the sky as grey clouds surrounded the blue sky.

Just in time. I stared down at my white and black stripped shirt and my blue jeans. I really needed to buy new clothes.

I stared ahead, looking at a man in black. He was no younger than me, but not much older either. He had black hair, the type I'd swoon for and glasses which shielded his eyes.

He wore a leather jacket and a black shirt with black jeans. He sat beside me, taking a long sigh.

"Long day, huh?" I questioned, watching the rain fall. He stared at me, piercing his lips before opening them. I turned a shade of crimson before realising what I just said.

"Kinda," He watched the rain fall. "Relaxing..." I bit my lip, watching his attention fall on the ground. "You like the rain?"

He nodded slowly. "Calms me down, ya know." He sighed, rubbing his hands. I forrowed my eyebrows, noticing he was no different to me.

"Hmm..." I nodded, looking around. "Rough day?" He asked, taking of his glasses, revealing a pool of dark chocolate.

"Kind of." He smiled...or smirked. I couldn't tell. "Tell me about it." He gestured. "Well...I-umm...it's a long story."

"I like long stories." He did it again, the confusing half-smile half-smirk thing. I nodded, feeling a bit compelled by his eyes.

"Well, I'm kind of in this love hate relationship with this guy and I was staying with him, but now we aren't really friends."

He nodded. "Where you off too?" He asked, staring off into the sky. "Hotel Inn, you?"

"My house." He pulled out his phone, checking the time. "Actually I'm off to The Gorilla Pit."

I beamed. "Really?! I'm working there tonight." He did it again, chuckling. "Want me to give you a lift?"

I forrowed my eyebrows. "But we're getting the bus." He nodded. "My car is just parked there," He pointed to the left. "I was waiting for someone, but they decided they wouldn't come."

"It's okay. My shift starts at like 7:45." He shrugged. "Practice can always do you better."

I wasn't going to do the same mistake over again. Stepping into Tedros' car only made things weird and just ruined what we had.

Stepping into a strangers car is even worse. He could be a killer, or a stealer or even a rapist.

"No I'm fine." He shook his head, grabbing me by the hand. "I'm Colton by the way." I nodded, releasing the grip he had on me.

"I'm Agatha." He did it again, scratching his head. "What a beautiful name. Agatha...Agatha."

I blushed, staring into his deep chocolate eyes. "Hi." I slowly waved, listening to him chuckle. "Want me to drive you over?"

I stared at him, the tension floating away. It was replaced with a calm aroma. "Yes, thank you." I took him by the hand.

He escorted me to his black jeep, opening the door for me. I sat down, watching him come from the other side.

He pushed in a CD, waiting for it to start playing. "Black Veil Brides." He chuckled, nodding his head as the music started to play.

I couldn't help but smile at him as the car started moving. "Cool." I listened to the lyrics.

"Tell me about yourself?" I shouted above the music. "Um, well like I said, my name is Colton. I grew up in Neverland."

I nodded. I had a friend who used to live there, don't remember who though.

"I'm nineteen now and I live alone. I work mostly in The Gorilla Pit..." I nodded. "Gambling and stuff?" I asked. I hadn't met many people here, but that was mostly what they did.

He chuckled, nodding shyly. "Yeah..." I nodded. "You get...girls?" I asked. He did it again. "Yes, but it doesn't usually last."

I pierced my lips together. "Oh." He chuckled. "Not like that! Most girls from The Gorilla Pit aren't quite right." I giggled, stopping as he turned his head towards me.

"No, continue. I like it." I smiled, still unable to laugh again. "Who would leave a pretty girl like you lying around?" He asked.

I blushed, turning crimson. I shrugged, watching him laugh. "Tell me about yourself."

I shrugged. "There isn't much to actually say. My life isn't exactly the most intresting."

"But," He bit his lip before speaking again. "I bet if I ask somebody else, they'll give me the best stories."

I giggled, watching him smile again. "I promise you, they won't." He nodded, smiling at me. "Alright, well we're here."

I nodded, looking out of the window. "Great. Thanks." I smiled. "No problem, Agatha." I stepped out of the car, getting his attention.

He followed, running behind me. "Woah, eager beaver," He chuckled. "What is your job anyway?"

I bit my lip, trying to recall. "I forgot." He chuckled, wrapping his arm around me. I gaped, staring at his hand.

"What are you doing?" He asked. "Um...something to do with a poll. I don't know." He stared at me, cocking his eyebrow before looking down on my body.

"You're poll dancing?" He questioned. I gasped, recalling it. "Yeah!" He chuckled, releasing his grip on me. I shook loose, walking further along.

I entered the building, walking up ahead. "Little lady!" Keg cried from the other side of the room. I waved shyly, releasing a silent 'oh' as he wrapped his arms around me.

Uncomfortable, I shook away, using a fake smile. I walked back, looking at Colton who was. trying to hide a smile on his face.

"I've got your costume ready and we've got to take pictures of you to put on our brochures." I nodded, feeling his cold hands press into my back as he shoved me into a room.

Colton followed. He spotted the costume, playing with a piece of it. "Cat ears?" He questioned, pulling it onto my head.

I giggled, peering through the mirror. I looked at the black cat ears.

"And a leotard... almost like a swimming suit though." Colton chuckled, throwing it to me. I peered at it, gaping.

"It's strapless. How can I wear a flippin' bra with this?" I asked. He stared at me before breaking into roars of laughter.

Thirty minutes till my performance. I sat next to Colton, watching him sip on his Guinness. "Liking it?" I asked. He shrugged, his eyes tired.

I had finished the photo shoot just an hour ago and Keg said the photos looked amazing. All I did was pose on a chair. As trashy as I looked in the uniform, I did pose quite classy.

I turned around, swivelling the chair. I gaped, my eyes landing on a person I would never forget.

The black and brown. Oliver turned around, straightening his jacket. His eyes fell on mine, stuck, apart from the rest of his body.

He slapped his hand on Tedros' arm, making him turn around. "Dude," He growled. "What? What is it?" He followed his gaze, his eyes falling in my area.

But he wasn't looking at me.

Hi guys. Sorry I haven't posted in two days, but like I said in either this story or in Ultraviolence, I was at this trip thing that I only got back from like three hours ago.

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